McGruff

My mom is sick and so are other people and lots of other things aren't right and I've got a lot to do and I'm in a bad mood. And maybe there's a lot of that going around. Last night I wrote to an editor I did a story for and told her a change she suggested was fine. She was having other problems and it wasn't worth going around and around about it. She wrote back:

"Good, you don’t want to say anything but “Aye, Aye Captain” tonight because I’m STILL trying to deal with the damned website. I hate computers! I hate [my employer]!! I hate everything!!!"

I wrote back that I felt exactly the same and might as well go crouch malevolently under a bridge like the troll in "The Three Billy Goats Gruff." Or go sit on a park bench like a crazy old man and threaten friendly dogs with my cane. The dogs will go away with that hurt look in their eyes and I'll settle down again, muttering to myself. I'm not always in that kind of mood. But I am right now.