It could have started with the dream I woke up from -- it was a return to high school. Wasn't any better in the dream than it was in reality. Wasn't tragic, it was just high school, which happens during adolescence, which for 90% of the population ain't exactly the high point of life. Just sayin'.
Could be that I didn't get to ride yesterday and we are staring down the barrel of one of those dang winter storms and it looks like tonight's lesson will be cancelled. (Note to self: Check to see if the weather wizards named this one.) The kids did the "snow dance" so that they get tomorrow off from school. I did the "Hell No! snow dance" so I can go ride tonight. Let me tell you, I was serious, and my gyrations put the Harlem Shake and Gangnam Style to shame! No, I will not be posting video.
I was in such a funk that I could barely push myself to work out in the time between getting the kids to school and starting work. I went downstairs to the treadmill, started hooking up my laptop so I could watch FEITV while exercising, and got distracted watching the old Stephen Colbert Dressage Training videos and SpruceMeadowstv. I forced myself to do a short Nike training ab workout, came upstairs and contemplated "showering" with a Clorox Wipe. Really, Amy?? Time to snap out of it!!
Fast forward to sitting down to start work and wasting more time by farting around on Facebook. Then I saw this video. Grumpies gone! Tell me this doesn't make you smile. Dontcha just wanna kiss that sweet spotted nose?
Nothin' better than a little donkey love to improve the mood, I always say. :)