They like to sneak up behind you, weasel their way into all your plans, then make an evil laugh and pull you just low enough to feel miserable, but not quite low enough for people to feel sorry for you.
What an annoying little bug.
Still, am I going to let this get me down? Yes.
At least I was planning to. Until I heard my father walking up the stairs, being the chicken delivery man.
I'm holding Millie, and I feel quite content. Funny how moods can change like that.
If you're under the weather, I hope you have a chicken to hug. They make things better.