It's turned into one of THOSE weeks:
I'm falling behind on my writing.
I'm working extra hours, which is good for the paycheck, but very tiring.
There has been an atmosphere of general grumpiness in our house.
And I could really use a long shower. (I'm not smelly, but I do need one.)
I am still breathing, all of my fingers and toes are intact and functional and I have most of my mental facilites. I've also got enough food to eat, more than one pair of shoes, and a job that gives me health insurance.
So I take a deep breath, make sure my shoes are tied, and go...