"Someone call the Gendarmes!"

So we've established that yesterday, I was an absolute bear.

After feeling better after my tan, a good journal venting, and a nice toddy, I set off for bedfordshire.

Knowing I had to be up and out of the house unnaturally early this morning for an assignment, I had a restless night.

I was nervous that this would be the first time I'd miss my alarm, and was such a worrywarts I actually dreamed about missing my appointment!
(The dream involved a former coworker flying in from Florida to cover for me because I was sitting in my car trying to take pictures of wind turbines through the windshield. Uhh ... must have been the toddy ...)

So when my alarm did wake me up, I got up and got going and turned on my Sirius Satellite Radio - as I do immediately every morning.

What was the first song, you ask?
"Murders in the Rue Morgue" by one Iron Maiden.

Honestly, any day is automatically better when it's started with a little Maiden in the morning!

There I was.

How can something so bad make me feel so damn good??

Had "one of those" proverbial days today.
Decided that, despite the frigid chill that's kept me away all winter, I was going back.

As I drove in the gloaming, I knew what I was going to do was wrong.
I knew that I was not going to feel like going through the whole rigamarole of disrobing, rerobing and then going back out into the winter night.

But there I was, back at my trusty tanning salon.
There I was feeling the fake rays beating into my skin vitamin D, making me envision myself laying on a white sandy beach somewhere fabulous instead of standing upright in a tanning booth.

There I was, back at my trusty tanning salon.

And it felt so good.

I felt those could-be-cancerous fake rays beating into my skin, and beating away the demon thoughts festering inside me all day.

There they went, those demon thoughts.

As I bundled my warm-for-the-first-time-in-days-it-seems body back into my wintry garb, I felt so light and free.

It was exactly what I needed.
Ahh, like a mini-break for my pale, ashy face - and my mind.

If only each visit came with a frothy drink ...