Yesterday was bad.

The kind of bad that I don't even want to talk about, except that it was really, really bad.

So I won't talk about it.

I only hope today is better because I am still tired from yesterday, and if today sucks like yesterday did, there may be some crying at work.

At my desk.

In front of people.

Just saying.

But I'm not talking about it.

I am, however, bringing an assortment of cookies from Sunday's recital and I may or may not share them with the office.

I may also choose to eat them all, by myself, for lunch.

I can do that if I want. I'm an adult. I can make that choice.

Ah, well. Here's to having a good day.

And sugar, nature's cure-all.