is not a good day.
Not in the way that most would consider a bad day – coffee was good, breakfast was good, work is exceptionally quiet.
But it’s because I came to the realization this morning that I’ve caught the “mouth flu” as I’m calling it. You know, that time when you have a series of “why in the heck did I just say that?!” moments.
The mouth flu. Sort of like the stomach flu, but it’s word vomit instead.
It’s sort of like the picture above – a blurred mess, with only a little bit of coherency. And, you end up offending people when you don’t mean to.
And no one’s really been safe this week: my sister, my husband, my coworkers. I really haven’t meant to, but it’s like I went back 10 years ago when I spoke before I thought. The filter is gone and everything is making it’s way through.
Here’s hoping this bout of mouth flu goes away before I say something really bad.