Let’s just deal with the Black Friday sale first, shall we.
Now until Sunday November 30, buy 1 Paris Letter + 1 Travel Letter for the price of one. Why? Because then you can save up for other Black Friday deals.
I’m a giver. What can I say.
So here’s how the very bad no good day went down. Because publicly processing in a blog post is the new therapy.
First, I said yes to something I didn’t want to do. Why?
Because I never learn.
So resentment poured forth in venomous sighs of exasperation.
Second, I zipped off to the printer to print off the new December Paris Letter (it’s a beaut) and realized I had forgotten my wallet.
U-turn ensued. Livid.
Third, I arrived at home to confusing mail, which is the kind of mail that requires a well-crafted email response for which I had zero mojo.
And at the end of this very bad no good day, as the lovely Christophe crawled into bed, he landed on my arm. I shrieked. He apologized. I accepted. Then followed with:
“Please let’s go to sleep now.”
Faster the better.
In the morning, much of the angst and anger had simmered down and I was able to craft that email, click send and let angels deal with it on the other end. That’s when this lovely quote came along from the Writer’s Almanac (Garrison Keillors voice is a verbal salve):
“The great secret of doctors, known only to their wives, but still hidden from the public, is that most things get better by themselves; most things, in fact, are better in the morning.” — Lewis Thomas
So true. Worth keeping in mind on your very bad no good days.