This morning, I was on the back porch when I heard a woman calling, kind of frantically, "Jenny! Jenny!" Hardly anyone calls me Jenny anymore (just my family and old friends), but my heart sped up and my face got hot and I leaned over the porch.
"YES?!" I yelled out. I am here! Please identify yourself and your emergency! And also why you're being so familiar with me!
Turns out, our neighbor was calling for her German Shepard, named Jenny. It's been a full day like that, what I call the twisted-glove feeling in the book. I'm twitchy, ready to ignite with adrenaline at a moment's notice. No good reason.
I've tried to do a little meditation. I've tried to live in the moment, enjoying my lunch with Brandon and Caleb. I'm going to dig into one of my books that I bought on the trip down South. Mostly, though, I'm trying to just be okay with it. Inexplicably crappy days happen. They also end. Preferably, in this case, with a nice, cold drink.