ometimes, for no particular reason, a day is just crappy, and there's nothing you can do to salvage it.

I can't even really pinpoint what it was about this day that was no darned good--maybe just a variety of things. My Literary Lunch program, so heavily attended the past two months, totally bombed today; only four people showed up for it. One of my colleagues is facing a potentially life-threatening health situation. My cat likes to wipe her cat-butt on the carpet. My shoes are attractive but cheap, and by mid-afternoon, my feet were weeping for mercy. And perhaps the biggest thing--which is probably, to any rational person, the least insignificant and probably a sign that I am certifiably crazy--is that in my professional life, I have this perpetual, paranoid guilt and am always wondering if I have done something to upset a supervisor or colleague.

But, at the end of the day, I am nothing if not plucky, and I believe--I have to believe--that a positive attitude is everything. So I'm going to focus on the good things, however insignificant they seem. Balancing out this day of poo was a good haircut, a safe drive home from work, a cat who literally tries to hug me, a cold Corona in the fridge (now in my belly), the comforting feel of soft, cool yoga pants as I slip them on, and on my ride home, a beautiful view of a fireworks display that one of the local casinos put on. I actually laughed with delight at the grand finale.
And of course there is the knowledge that tomorrow is another day.