Some days, are just those days.
Anne of the venerable Green Gables said it best:
"Oh, this has been such a Jonah day, Marilla. I'm so ashamed of myself. I lost my temper and whipped Anthony Pye."
Unlike Anne, I haven't whipped anyone (yet). Maybe I feel like I've been whipped, by like, life, but my Jonah days haven't led to to any outward expressions of violence (yet).
Jonah days have taught me one thing: when one Jonah day bleeds into another, a surefire balm is a cocksure tune with some guts and some shrieks that all morph into a singularly plaintive cry that streams from the ear buds, to the ear canal, to the heart, to the formation of a silent prayer to...please...make...it...all...better.
Marilla also knew what could make it better. "Jonah days come to everybody...This day's done and there's a new one coming tomorrow, with no mistakes in it yet, as you used to say yourself. Just come downstairs and have your supper. You'll see if a good cup of tea and those plum puffs I made today won't hearten you up."
If tea and a plum puff, or many, don't do it for you, I have a feeling Ida Maria will.
you rock my socks off...the anne of green gables reference was just BEYOND perfect. I loved that friggin movie! and show! and the books!
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