The Terribly Awful Day

I had a bad day yesterday. I hate when they happen on a Monday. It somehow makes them twice, three times, maybe even four times as bad. To cheer myself, I decided to go for a walk through the neighborhood to see how the decorations were coming at one particular house. For weeks now, we've been watching through the front window as a woman put together a Christmas village of little holiday houses in her living room. She worked all alone with all of the lights blazing. The village fills her entire living room. There is no other furniture. I was thrilled to see the village had been completed and she had decorated the outside of her little dollhouse with dripping icicles and white lights. We took photos and I felt immensely better. I went to bed with a new book and thought that at midnight my terribly awful bad day would be over. And so I got up at 5:20am and turned on my laptop. And it wouldn't start. It was completely dead. And so I got in the car and drove to work. The only thing worse than a really bad day is when it dribbles over into a second day.