I’m never good the next day when I don’t sleep. The rain, lightning, and wind kept me up all night. Needless to say, I awoke in a foul mood and right then I knew it was going to be one of those days. It’s just the way I am. Whether biological or psychological, I can’t help myself. Reluctantly I slithered out of bed. I looked out of the window to see the blustery maelstrom outside and I snorted a disgusted groan followed by a well annunciated short word starting with sixth letter of the alphabet. It wasn’t my usual practice to curse obscenities although turbulent weather always aroused a crudeness of unparalled proportion in me. It’s bad enough to have to brave the busy road to work on a good weather morning. Traffic conditions today would be enough to test the patience of a saint. While I’m many things; a pillar of virtue is not one of them, especially with dark circles under my eyes and an attitude thorn in my side. I checked the calendar by my bedside. Yep, it was day twenty seven of my cycle. I was syndromic for sure. Be warned I hissed under my breath. Cross my path today and my unsuspecting coworkers were about to have as bad a day as I was about to experience. I’d make sure of it! Whatever they had to throw in my direction had best be reconsidered for another day or preferably reassigned to someone else. I wasn’t going to take shit from anybody today – even my boss. Hopefully people at work would be able to tell just by looking at me that I was in “bitch” mode and they would prudently keep their distance. At least if they knew what was good for them. A flash of lightning and a rolling boom of thunder startled me. The rain pummeled like a drum on the roof. That’s when the lights went out. No power! No shower! The hell with it. I went back to bed.