You've had a bad day...

Isn't that the title of that new song they seem to play CONSTANTLY on the radio these days?

Yesterday I had a run-in with the ex.

This morning, my sister called from the doctor's office. She'd gone for her regular appointment and ultrasound at 8 weeks pregnant. The technician left the office shortly after starting the procedure, replaced by the doctor. My sister miscarried at around this same stage of her last pregnancy, less than a year ago. The doctor told her there was no heartbeat. The fetus was dead.

I'm missing my son, PacMan, tonight. He's usually here Wednesday nights, but had a track meet today and homework to do. It added less to his stress to just stay at his Dad's tonight. I understand and I'm not offended, but I'm still sad.

I should be cheered by the fact that Paul, knowing I was in a funk, sent a bouquet of balloons and a teddy bear to my office today. Anyone who was unaware I was dating knows now! You could see the huge bunch of balloons from two-dozen cubicles away! It drew a crowd! I came home from work to see the rose Paul gave me last night, sitting on my kitchen table. He's so good to me.

So why am I still feeling depressed? Do you ever just get into an unexplained funk? Do bad moments sometimes take an unreasonably high toll on your mood?

It was far from the worst day of my life! Maybe I should remember my advice to Two Drink Girl: Tomorrow will be better.