You. Have. A naughty. Attitude.
Maybe it's the rain. Maybe it's lack of caffeine. Maybe it's fluorescent lighting. Maybe it's gray and bluegray cubicles. Maybe it's the high pitched bossy. Maybe it's the feeling of constriction... like someone wrapped me tightly in a sheet without my permission, locked me in, and covered my head so the fabric in front of my face becomes hot with my breath.
How can a hug from a child I barely know alter the direction of my day?
I am beginning to see the connection. Things are ok. It's important to be unhappy with life sometimes. People are so important.