I’m bummed.  No other way to describe it. 

Lately I’ve been walking around with that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I’ve not said anything “right” in days and have been getting weird looks at work.  “Change is good”, keeps shouting a voice in my head.  Why is change good?  Why can’t I go to my favorite restaurant and find my favorite dish?  Why can’t I expect Thanksgiving dinner to be the same enjoyable way it has been for the last 5 years?  Why can’t my job be challenging and happy like it was last year?  Why every time I wonder why, am I listed as a stick in the mud?  Ever notice that change is only good to the changer not the changee?

Laundry is calling…

Ciao