Most things get better by morning

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 more Paris Letters 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 :

"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.