Discombobulation

Ever have that feeling that something isn't quite right in your own little world? The sort of offishness that you cannot identify for whatever reason... That is the sort of day I am having today.

I have been trying to put my finger on this sense of angst all morning. I figured sneaking away from the office for a little drive down I-40 would help clear my noggin. Sadly...it did not work. I'm still feeling mentally askew.

I tried rehashing my day to figure out the origin of this. Granted, I did not get much sleep last night since Dock decided to mimic a foghorn in his sleep. Aside from that...I am at a total loss. The outfit is fine (black sweater, brown jeans and a pair of heels). Hair looks fine, in spite of the jungle-like humidity. No crappy commute to work. No urgent issues to deal with at work. All is rather quiet. The only actual distraction I may have is the imminent arrival of Ernetso (Hurricane? Tropical Storm? Tropical Depression?) and the thought of having to take down the hanging ferns and stick them in a safe place.

Grrrrrrrr...

Days like today are the days one should seek refuge and salvation in bed, among the blankets, pillows, pets and a good book.