Today has been quite a day. If I am honest, I did not handle it very well. If you asked my family they would agree that I was definitely in rare form. I started the day with anxiety at 5:00 a.m. and rained on every parade around me. It’s a good thing that I am not a curser or I might have embarrassed myself. I was about to launch into my eighth tirade toward my wife (who by the way was not the culprit in my issues) when she gently reminded me that some days are just more difficult than others (don’t you just love kind people). And then it hit me that I just don’t like tough days and tough days are part of the equation. As the song says, “momma said there’d be days like this there’ll be days like this momma said” (you can sing along if you like). I don’t like the apostle James’ exhortation to consider it all joy WHEN you encounter various trials. Not IF you encounter trials but WHEN. Seems that James knew there would be days like this before Terri and we are supposed to welcome them with joy not self absorbed idiocy (like I did). Sorry, Ter! Maybe tomorrow will be better. Maybe some day I will grow up. I hope so.