They say (something along the lines of) life is what you make of it, right? Today has been heavy with fighting my outlook. It's precarious.

Physically, I feel pretty good. A couple ails are righting themselves. Yesterday was the big turn-around on a head/chest cold and on Saturday I bit the side of my tongue pretty hard so I was uncomfortable most of the day.

The cold had me at home Wednesday through Friday so returning to work this morning was anxious and dread-filled. Dreadful? I was full of dread. There are no real concrete reasons for this, though, besides the horrible co-worker and getting out of bed before I want to, so I am battling to change my outlook.

It's not a bowl of cherries but it's not so bad either, right? Well, hell.