I woke up grumpy today, and was determined to feel sorry for myself. I told everyone polite enough to listen of how late I'd slept and of how inconsiderate they were being by not tiptoeing around me. When they got tired of listening, I figured I'd come here and tell you. For you, reader, can't make a polite escape. Unless, well, you click away...
I also said some rather cutting things to the dog because his cheerfulness was offensive. One giant mugful of coffee later, my world view's markedly less jaundiced. Panda was wonderfully forgiving, probably because he didn't hear me threaten that I'd have him sent someplace where they eat annoying dogs. He's lying under my chair right now, his chin resting on my toes. We're both content not to move.