Yesterday I was grouchy.
I was out of spoons from a very busy day the day before. Plus, it looked like I might be coming down with a cold. (Which today, I don't have, thank goodness!)
My plan was a day filled with activity. But I just didn't have it "in the tank".
I got up, ran an errand for Missy, who was working, went and worked out, and realized I just didn't feel good.
I'm generally a cheery, easygoing, kinda-love-everyone sort of person. Not yesterday. The littlest thing made me want to snap at people, say, or think terrible things. I was downright unpleasant. I knew it, too. I decided I needed to pull the emergency brake on the train of my day.
So I came home and proceeded to do the one thing I most needed to do:
I rested, all day. Watched some mindless television, ate some leftovers, played some games on my iPad, and was wholly and completely unproductive. I ate ice cream.
It was a good choice. Today, I feel much better.