Just Another Tricky Day...

In 2005, a psychologist named Cliff Arnall declared that he had devised a formula to calculate the worst day. That year, it was Monday, Jan. 24; last year, Monday, Jan. 23. So watch out, because today may well be 2007’s most miserable day.

Or maybe not.

Arnall’s so-called formula looks like this: [W + (D-d)] x TQM x NA.
All of the letters and symbols apparently represent a sort of mathematical code to track the following:
W: How bad the weather is at this time of year.
D: Amount of debt accumulated over the holidays minus how much is paid off.
T: The time since the holidays.
Q: Amount of time passed since New Year’s resolutions have gone south.
M: Our general motivation levels.
NA: The need to take action.

So, I woke up feeling pretty good this morning...the dogs were all barking, the phone was ringing, the dear hubby was snoring...all good signs to me. It meant that the dogs were alive & well, ready to go out & accidents inside hadn't yet happened. It meant the phone company hadn't yet shut me down for lack of payment & that dreaming was something still imbedded in this house.


Then, I read this & I thought, hmmm.... Maybe that was yesterday.


Yesterday when the rain never stopped. Yesterday when we had pancakes for breakfast & again for dinner because flour is cheap & we have it here at the house. Yesterday, when I finally got to see a picture of Baby Peyton Belle via the internet & found myself hating the fact that I live a state away from the bulk of my family. Yesterday, when I rec'd three emails from collectors asking me to call them. Yesterday, when I boasted to my neighbors that I hadn't broken any News Years Resolutions because I hadn't made any. Yesterday, when the cold motivated me to lay down and take a nap on the sofa, but not motivated enough to crawl in the bed, so I woke up with a twisted neckache. Yesterday, when I got lost for hours researching the relationship between things such as HIV, Cancer, abortion, infertility & such. Yesterday, I wondered if I would ever have kids & if so, if I would live long enough to see them into adulthood.


Yesterday,I wondered if the broccolli & carrots would be prime for the picking after the rains. I wondered if the pansies would flourish in the soggy georgia clay. I wondered if I could master waffles from scratch for a Valentine's morning surprise breakfast in bed. I wondered if Baby Peyton Belle would sleep well on her first night at home from the hospital. I wondered how many 1000's of other folks rec'd the very same collection emails & if they, like me, were thankful that the tauntings came via the internet & not via the telephone, I wondered if I would go bike riding this week & if I would change jobs this year, I wondered if would get to make it to the beach in July to see by siblings & the latest addition to our family. I wondered if I would sleep good throughout the night.

...and I did sleep good, real good.
I still feel good.


Maybe ignorance is bliss. I didn't know these were the worst days.


To me, it's just life...
we do what we gotta do...
rain or shine, debt is a constant & if I didn't have debt I probably wouldn't have any teeth, Christmas is on its way 364 days a year, resolutions don't come at New Years but when it is time to make a change, naps are a luxury even if induced by cold & rainy weather, diseases don't discriminate, someone else has always got it worse & love, still, grows.

Next rounds on me...even if I gotta charge it

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