Due to the onset of Daylight Savings Time this past weekend, I got an hour's less sleep this morning and fell into the grip of grumpdom.
(Darkest dawn, Taj Mahal)
However, after allaying it with copious cups of coffee, my soul suddenly became filled with hope and optimism.
(Heavenly morning, Yorkshire, England)
This lasted until The Divine Italian informed me, as he headed off to work, that the cats had peed in Luca's bed last night.
(Approaching rainstorm, Lake District, England)
Then I felt alone, abandoned, lost.
(Impenetrable smog, Delhi)
But then I realized today is Wednesday, which means the cleaning lady is coming.
(Optimism in flight, Jaipur, India)
Irma would help me.
(Two pairs of tracks, Telfs, Austria)
But then guilt and a nagging sense of responsibility set in.
(Proustian sunset, Paris)
I was no coward. I was a man's woman and I would do the job myself, goddammit.
(Hemingwayesque mountains, Kilimanjaro)
Plus, maybe the cats only peed a little bit.
(Hope floating, Michigan)
Everything would be all right.
(Double sunset, Kauai)
(All photos taken with my trusty Nikon D40)