I'm feeling sorry for myself today. On Friday I had a tooth extracted and now have a big old infection in the space, which has given me two pretty sleepless nights (I'm Mrs Grumpy without enough sleep). I have a thoroughgoing head cold as well, so from the neck up things aren't going so well for me.
I went back to work yesterday after a week's annual leave. For the first time since I began in the job, I found I really didn't care about what the prisoners had to say and just wanted them to go away and leave me alone! (I think - and hope - I hid it well!) Anyway I'm not going today as I might do more harm than good with that attitude.
Somehow Him Indoors (who also has a cold) and I and four kids (some of whom also have a cold) will be braving the supermarket today for all we need for Thursday.
On the bright side, however, now that the shortest day is over, although that makes me a year older, it means that we can all start looking forward to spring and the nights getting shorter again. This cheers me up enormously, as did Firstborn making me this: