Some days you’re the bug. Some days you’re the windshield. Today I was a bit of both, but not really either. That’s okay. Some days are like that.

It is remarkable how a million little moments can add up to a spectacular day, but a few rough ones thrown in can sour the whole mood.

Today wasn’t bad, really. It was over-all quite lovely. Then a few little things went wrong and I started to feel off. And then that off feeling made me feel unsteady, and that’s where I am now.

When days end on a sour note, even just slightly sour, I remember reading this book to my kids. And I think about how tomorrow can be amazingly better and that some days are just rough. Even in Australia.

Hugs to all!