You know what the best of yesterday was? I did not wind up with the flu, though I was mightily trying to get it. It’s why I didn’t post yesterday; I was curling up in the fetal position and hoping the Zicam would work.

And it did, because it has never failed me. My throat’s a little sore, and I have cold sore and am hoping that my Abreva will also be the bomb, but there ya have it. I may have dodged a bullet. (Note about Zicam: the honey and lemon oral mist is probably the least noxious tasting item in their line.

Today? The best thing about today is that I learned a new trick about changing my mood.

The trick is, when you find yourself sliding into the mud of a crappy mood, where everythingsucksandit’snevergonnabebetter, is to look for evidence that you are, in fact, having a good day. And everything does not suck.

The theory is that you get what you look for. It actually works.

Other good stuff? I got to talk/email with both my lovely daughters. That can’t happen enough.

© E. Stocking Evans 2013