I managed to avoid people with pretty good success today. Even though I made two trips to the post office (payroll day, same old story), I didn't make eye contact with anyone. I believe I did cuss out a truck driver who took up four of the last five parking spaces on the street, before I jammed my little Honda into the other one.
Did you wonder why I live alone?
Yeah, I was in a bad mood most of the day from not sleeping well last night. I was still steamed from watching the baseball game, during which my team was the victim of some egregious calls by the umpires, and then I watched the season finale of 24. (Thank ya, TiVo!) I'm still not quite over the way that show ended. It was such a shock that now I can't be surprised by anything that happens on 24 next season.
So I had all that on my mind when I was trying to fall asleep, and that's when all the yard work I did yesterday afternoon caught up with me. Just when I thought I was over my cold, the stuffy nose and scratchy throat were back. I made the mistake of trying to quit the nightly Nyquil habit cold turkey, and by the time I realized I needed it, it was too late. If I'd taken it then, I wouldn't have been able to wake up until noon today. So I squirmed around for hours trying to get comfortable enough to sleep, but it just wasn't happening.
Not wanting to inflict either my foul mood or my questionable health on anyone, I ducked in and out of the post office without glaring (or breathing) in anyone's direction. But by this afternoon I was feeling well enough to do a little cleanup work in the garden, so maybe I'm on the mend again. I won't take it for granted, though.