My plan was to leave this post blank. An empty post that would convey, I hoped, that I had nothing good to say about Tuesday's wrath and so I shouldn’t say anything at all. But then Husband thought everyone would think I was dead. That didn’t seem fair. I’m nearly dead, but not quite.
Then, Husband suggested posting the meatloaf recipe my mom made tonight because it’s delicious and, get a load of this, food-related. That would have meant typing up a recipe, though. Also, it would have detracted from the misery theme I was going for. So that’s why I’m song-poisoning you with this ditty that’s been running through my head all day instead.