Yesterday was one of those kind of days. The kind where you know early on that the day is headed south and there is no turning it around. I knew it was going to be "one of those" before 8:00 AM. Not good.
I will spare you the details. It wasn't like anything really awful happened. It was more like a chain reaction of annoying bits and unpleasant tasks, each thing adding to the awfulness of the thing before it. I think it really started the night before when I discovered I had made a mistake on the sock pattern I was knitting and had to rip out two and a half repeats of the complicated chart pattern because apparently not only can I not read Chinese, I can't read English either.
Clearly there won't be any pictures in today's post. In lieu of a picture I offer you the white space between this paragraph and the preceding one to show you where I am now on that particular sock.
I don't have these kind of days very often, but when I do I have learned to just accept them for what they are. Failures. Pretending they are okay doesn't work. It is sort of like cheating at solitaire. What's the point? I tend to just shrug my shoulders, which is hard given the fact they are drooping down with the weight of the world, and tell myself there is no redeeming the day. All there is to do is make it to bedtime, when I can cautiously crawl between my sheets knowing tomorrow I get a fresh start.
Notice I said "cautiously crawl." Because really, a day gone south isn't truly over until one wakes up the next morning. For instance, the day headed in the wrong direction could end something like this.
"Mom, are you awake?" asks the daughter who is a chef, just returned home from a night's cooking.
"Yes." This syllable is spoken with a certain amount of trepidation.
"Can you come look at this? I stabbed myself with a skewer at work and I think it is infected. It had meat on it."
Of course, this meant I had to get out of bed. Which meant the day wasn't over yet. As it turned out the stab wound was quite deep. Bits of the bamboo skewer were embedded in her arm and it was causing an allergic reaction. The good news is it doesn't appear to be infected, but it is probably too early to tell for sure.
I want to end this post on a positive note, so here is a cooking tip. Cream cheese icing heals all culinary wounds. Including gluten-free chocolate cupcakes that taste like the ingredient you substituted for the wheat was the dirt it was grown in.