Dear Today                                 

                      You are not my favorite day. 

It's nothing personal. Please don't be offended.

It's just one of those days.

Boxes are waiting to be unboxed. Piles of laundry are beckoning to be laundered. They are neglected because Josh & I do not yet know where to find a laundromat. Legs are pleading to be run. They don't understand all the necessary clothing for said run can be found in the aforementioned piles of neglected laundry. 

You are a cranky day. 

An uninspired day.

A stuffy allergy head & drowsy allergy medicine day. 

I know you have promise in you somewhere. 

Let's be a team, Day. 

 Let's turn you around. 

I have effectively wasted 3.5 hours of you.

Can we start over?
Sincerely,
Your Hopeful Occupant. 

This Kind Of Day :P