My neighbors (who hate any noise I make and bang loudly on the wall to show their displeasure) are having work done on their apartment today, which began about an hour before my alarms were set to go off.
Maybe it was just that the way I woke up angried up my blood, but I've been cranky and down on myself and off my game all day.
I have a choice this evening of going to the Writers' Community or going to see NPR's Juan Williams speak. Ordinarily, this would be a difficult choice. Today it's easy. I'm going home and doing some homework, making the most comforting food I can forage from my remaining groceries, and going to bed early.