This morning, I can’t say that I was doing brilliantly well, emotionally speaking.  Although I am still wearing my chipper facing-the-world persona, I’ve been wrestling a depression.

Today’s calf injury, coupled with a message about a bill I apparently forgot to pay, has pretty much capped it off.

The call injury shouldn’t be a big deal, emotionally.  Shouldn’t, but it is.  I can’t explain why because I don’t understand why.   It’s not even like I can’t go to class for the duration; it’s just that I have to back off the pace.

I try to stay upbeat and keep a positive attitude and all that.   Somehow, though, this just feels like a setback I didn’t need.

I could get all emo about this, I guess, but this is about as much as I feel comfortable writing, today.   This is the point at which it starts to feel like whining into the wind.

So that’s that.

Please enjoy this picture of my cat mucking about with some poor, deranged bug that thinks it’s suddenly spring: