There was a little girl who had a little curl...

...right in the middle of her forehead, yah, and when good, very good, and when bad, horrid, but how about when just plain irritable? Cranky? Out of sorts?

Because that would be me today, just a little nippy-bitey. Too little sleep. Grey sky. Lucrative gig falling through. Cat's health sinking. Too much caffeine in poorly-judged act of over-compensation. Although good things are happening, and better things looming on the horizon, I can attest to the proverb that says "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush", because I see a whole flock of birds in the tree just out of the reach of my empty hand. It's jes' plumb discouragin'.

So I dare not report those good things lest they, too, vanish. Call it superstitious thinking. I certainly will call it that tomorrow, after merriment and song will have resumed their reign here in the lark's nest.

And whatever happens, I definitely will not have this again for breakfast....