It was a simple dribble of butter. But it was the straw. The straw that broke the camel’s back.
The day did not start off too famously. A number of unpleasant matters needed to be dealt with in a delicate manner. So my mood was none too frothy.
Took a break at around 10 a.m. to have some breakfast, as business had taken over the breakfast hour and things needed to be attended to.
Lacking any better option I made a piece of toast and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I carried them into the living room for a moment of relaxation. I settled into my chair and took my first bite of toast. That is when the eye of the perfect storm shattered. Butter dripped on to my favourite red turtleneck.
I put the plate down. I had had enough and it was only midmorning. Because I have the luxury(?) of conducting business from home, I made my way to my bedroom, a place of refuge. I pulled the covers back, climbed in, and stayed there. For a while. Then I donned a clean turtleneck (I have collection), and came downstairs to re-face the day.
It really has not gotten any better. But who said life was either easy or fair? Bliss seems to be eluding me, hiding away in some illusive corner, hopefully soon to be discovered.
Maybe another cup of coffee will help.
Have you ever had a day when bliss will not come out of hiding?