I'm in a foul mood, mostly hormone induced. I hate being that person, but there it is. Once a month, for several days (sometimes for two weeks), I want to stay in bed, pull the covers over my head and make the world go away. It doesn't help that last Saturday was a series of traffic jams, missed opportunities, parking lot meltdowns, not to mention my car trying to hork up a lung. I'm still recovering.
How about instead of whining and complaining, I show you the best part of the day.
I went to South Haven on Saturday to visit my mother and my sister Sarah, who was taking a quick vacation to see her parents this weekend (our mom, her dad, complicated family). It was a lovely visit and a stunning day.
There were so many people on the pier, getting a decent (interesting) picture of the lighthouse wasn't really possible, so I just took one of the graffiti.
Now I'm going home. Maybe pull the covers over my eyes.