It was a Monday, but I didnít hate it. Nothing much happened to make me love it. All I did was work all day, but maybe thatís why I didnít hate it. I havenít had a day when everything went pretty much the way it was supposed to for a long time.
The best part is that I donít have anything to complain about. Thatís good, because when it comes down to it, I really donít have anything to complain about. I mean, compared to the rest of the world. I kind of wish my allergies werenít battering me so unmercifully, and I got a little pushed out of shape by the fact that todayís power outage in L.A. kicked my web site off line for a few hours, but other than that, and the fact that I had to negotiate no less than three traffic detours on my way to and from the bank this morning, I really have nothing to complain about.
Which is why Iím not complaining. Iím just saying.