Today could be a much better day. It started off all wrong last night before bedtime and has spilled over into today curdling in the pit of my stomach like sour milk. It is such a stupid day, in fact, that when one of my students gave me a hug this morning after noticing I was not my usual self, I burst into tears. It could definitely be a better day.
I guess, on the flip side, it could also be a much worse day. So at least there’s that.