Frustration

Would it be cheating for this post simply to refer you to last week's post about Counting Apples? Seriously, that's what my 20-hour day has been: counting bushels of apples for no one nearly as fuzzy or googly as Cookie Monster. Usually the prospect of spending all day in my pajamas is something I relish, but the relish apparently sours when it has been impossible to step away from the computer long enough to put on regular clothes, let alone shower and execute my commute. Right now, I believe I have drowned in apples.

But I don't want to cheat, so I share with you a classic tale of frustration and irony, in honor of my yesterday: