I’ve not been feeling very Spring-y this week. I think it’s just one of those low times. You know – a week where I want to be bright and sunshine-y, but instead find myself trying to talk me into a moderately decent mood. Hey – it happens. And I’m working on it, as I don’t want to slip over a dark edge.
So yesterday a thought occurred to me: What if I got myself a pedicure? I usually polish my own toenails, and indulge in someone else doing it only about once a year. Something was nudging me toward having it done. I’m fairly certain it was the freakish Santa Ana winds, if you must know. As much as I hate to admit it, I do believe I’m susceptible to their mysterious influence.
At least I only got my nails done, and didn’t practice voodoo or something horrible. I’m not that far gone, you know. Not yet. Here’s hoping my Spring-y toenails will help lift my spirits.