I wasn’t much for today’s prompt from the NaBloPoMo folks. So I’m doing my own.
What do you do when you’re “trumped?” When you’ve hit that point in the Game where your bluff just got called? When it’s just not going to be a “thumbs up” kinda day?
Depends, you know. Sometimes it just takes a shrug of the shoulders. And other times you know it will take a while to retrench and get a “do-over.” I was thinking of my “altar ego” Geraldine, and what happened when she met the Archbishop of Canterbury:
Why do I bring this up? Because today was one of those days where I felt as though I had hit a wall in everything I tried. As the day wore one, one little thing piled up after another. None of them were HORRIBLE, mind you. It was just the accumulation of “craptastic” moments that made me want to either punch something or laugh.
I laughed. A lot.
I’m done. Kaput. Finished. Folded. Out. And some days are like that.
Let’s try again tomorrow, shall we?