Bad days aren’t easy, either.

Last week, I talked about having “good” days and “bad” days and what those qualifiers might mean when applied to our concept of “day.”

Well, by most people’s standards, my last 29 hours probably deserve the designation of “bad day.” Although it’s over now and I am emotionally okay about it, I certainly wouldn’t enjoy repeating the sequence of events that started this “day” (i.e. 29-hour period) off as “bad.”

Come back tomorrow, and I’ll tell you about it.

Oh, and lest anyone panic: The baby is just fine. : )