Cold and dark and stormy day. Thumbs down. A nice young doctor type lady stuck a camera up my nose and said it was so full of muck she couldn't see a damn thing and maybe if it doesn't clear up over the next month I might want to think about surgery. Thumbs down. She said I looked really tired. Thumbs down. My elder two had their school prizegiving ceremony, thumbs down, and both did very well, thumbs up. I got mad at Iona for not putting the food away, even though she'd cleared the dishwasher and emptied her drawers of old clothes. Thumbs down, me, thumbs up, her. I had an afternoon nana nap. Thumbs up. My house is in a worse state going to bed than it was getting up. Thumbs down. I'm still breathing. Thumbs up.
I googled 'random quote of the day' and this appeared: Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread: remade all the time, made new. ~ Og Mandino.
Nothing much sits there like a stone, to be fair.