There are many things that are currently making me cranky. Most of them are not really suitable for a blog post. (For one reason or another.) And some of them are already making most of you cranky, too. (So . . . why go there.)
But this one?
Oh, yes. MAJOR culprit in the cranky department.
I don't blog about this, but I have rheumatoid arthritis. Have had for . . . nearly 30 years now. While it causes some problems for me now and again, it's mainly under control. Which means it rarely stops me from doing what I want to be doing. (Better living through chemistry. And all that.)
Every once in a while, some joint will flare up in a major way. Usually, it's my knee. Occasionally, it's my jaw. And, most annoyingly, sometimes it's my wrist.
And you know what that means, don't you? Yeah. No knitting. No stitching. No working out. No walking the dogs. Minimal gardening. Typing with one hand. And lots of grumbling. . .
But I can still lift my cup of coffee.
And hold a book.
And sit in the car while Tom drives me up to Grand Rapids for Art Prize later today.
So life is very good, really.
(I'm just wearing my CrankyPants.)
PS - JoJo is feeling cranky today, too. She has an ear infection, but is on the mend. (We're partners-in-crank.)