I've Had A Bad Day, Please Don't Take A Picture...

It's a line from an old R.E.M. song. It's a dreary story sung in an upbeat tempo with a catchy chorus...so when you're having a bad day at least you can whistle while you work.

How did it go astray, you ask?

I got barked at about things that weren't my fault and had no control over.

I felt irrelevant at work...let's say that a minister's "bottom lines" are fuzzier than in the business world but just as real when it's obvious to me (regardless of what they may look like to others) that even those fuzzy bottom lines aren't healthy at the moment. And, manalive did I have some eye-openers yesterday.

I'm still in the middle of days off from exercising and I think that and my relaxing of eating habits has thrown things off kilter.

There are others, but hardly worth whining about. You get the point.

I had a bad day.

I whistled through it. I rocked on. I kept on trucking. Maybe today will be better (with the strains of The Beatles singing, "I've got to admit it's getting better...a little better...all the time [background: it can't get no worse] fading out)