Crabbit, Judgy, and Ratatoskr

[smokingboot]

I am what the Scots call crabbit this morning. There's no reason really, a pile up of bits and pieces, some important, some not at all. I was not doing well last night, and this morning find myself little better. I should avoid watching documentaries about Prince Andrew, and definitely should never look at social media before my first cup of coffee. Never mind the endless capers of the monarchy ('that's right, refuse your daft son, elevate your dubious mistress, and protect your dodgy brother, then next Christmas talk to us all about the Christian need for unity and forgiveness,🤨') and am on the verge of speaking sharply to a friend of nearly 3 decades. Jeez, speaks my evil twin, when did you become a professional beggar? Seems like every time I see/hear from you, you're asking for something. Others are more compassionate, they give and are patient with good grace and I do that too sometimes. Just not today. Today is a click my tongue and roll my eyes day. Never mind Judgment Day, today is judgy day. The mood will pass, especially when I see the lovely messages people have sent me, folk being much kinder than I am. The evil squirrel* in my soul can stop gathering nuts, everything is OK really.



*Yes, my evil twin is a squirrel or at least that's their favoured shape. They claim descent from Ratatoskr. This does not mean I claim descent from Ratatoskr; magic twins don't always work that way.