I’m a Little Black Rain Cloud, of Course

“I’m a little black rain cloud, of course.” Winnie-the-Pooh knew of what he spoke.

I’ve managed to have a sore throat, an ear infection, break a towel rack, fall down a flight of stairs and get my period in less than twelve hours.

So now I of the achy, crampy body with sore throat, stuffed-up ears, skinned knuckles, skinned elbow, bruised legs and ankle am cowering in my little grey cubicle. I wonder what I did to unleash this chaos around me. And I wonder if I’ll run out of Band-Aids by the end of the day.