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The sun has been looking for me all day,
But I've chosen to hide under mismatched pajamas and layers of irritation.
I don't know what I'm angry about, I just am.
I wake up at 7:24, glare at the world, and dive back under my pillows.
My dog snuggles next to my hip.
At 9:12 I get up, bathroom, and patter into the kitchen.
I hold the refrigerator door open a long time, settling on biscuits and gravy.
They are delicious, but I focus instead on the sausage with freezer burn.
Crap! Does nothing go right around here?
I am in a bad mood; I am grouchy, and horribly mean to my husband
The dog and I hit the bed again with big plops.
At  11:21 my eyes pop open.  My mind gingerly follows, wondering what mood we're in.
I trot into the kitchen, eat two chocolate candies. I am ready to do something.
Word games and crime shows have depressed me lately; they are usually my go-tos.
Am I in the painting mood? I took the day off for a reason, right?
I look at what I'm wearing. Paint cannot hurt my outfit, so I wander into my art studio.
I am always in the midst of three paintings. Today is no different.  The first six brushes
I pick up are awful. I throw them into my paint water.  I should have ordered new ones,
but I forgot.  
Mood is waiting, eagerly, ready, hoping....are we mad?  Can we stomp and yell?
I glare at mood.  Who is in control here?  The dog runs off, after something. I hear her barking.
I smile.  Trot into my office.  Try to start the computer.
It has not been started for nine months, updates keep her busy all day; sure, the week I re-discovered my words.  I take a sketchbook and plop down on the couch.  The sun is all over me from three giant windows.  I feel warm, happy, loved.  Thank god for the Sun.

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