Crabbiness

Do you suppose the reason I was so inalterably cranky yesterday was because I managed to space my meds two days in a row? Gosh. I went to bed at 6:30 and even though I knew I hadn't posted, I was in such a foul mood that all I wanted to do was crouch under the covers and gnaw on a bloody bone. I made do with a book. (a book!!)

I churned out a wretched loaf today, and a nice one. Same batch of dough. WTH? So one more tonight for dinner tomorrow.

My question for the day: You have a robot. It cleans your house, does the dishes, menial labor, like. Do you say "please" and "thank you" to it? I don't mean a robot like a Roomba, I mean one with more intelligence and the ability to respond to questions or requests. Maybe something with the intelligence of a 2-3 year old. But not the tantrums, thankyouverymuch. Are you kind to it, or is it simply an appliance, albeit an smart, interactive one?


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