I have not, as I’m sure Mellissa would agree, had the rosiest of outlooks the past several days. I don’t think even a pair of those fabled glasses would help much at this point.

It’s hard for me to see things in a good light right now. Work has been a war zone the past month, and the stress and fear and hostility are starting to bleed over into other areas of my life. I’m more sensitive than I probably ought to be about anything and everything. My fuse is short, my heart fragile, and tears come far too easily.

The guy that threw out his batting helmet has done much to increase the fragility level. I’m starting to think that perhaps he’s thrown the damn thing AT me and it just hasn’t struck me yet. It will probably leave a pretty good bruise when it does…those things are hard. Rather like his head. Maybe his heart too.

It could be said that he’s protecting himself. Fine. Who’s protecting me, when I’m the one that’s laid it all out there, again? I am a strong woman…but taking 100% care of myself 100% of the time has become tiresome. When do I get to hop in the back seat and enjoy the ride for a while?

So much for my horoscope.