The worst part about such a day is that I recognized that I was ornery, but I couldn't quite seem to pull myself out of it soon enough. I knew that I really wasn't going to be too great around people, and I finally resigned myself to aloneness and my own house. I cleaned ... everything. It was a good way to channel my orneriness. And, as with the day ... it passed. I got it back together and I let the ornery fall from me.
Good thing tomorrow is fresh, with no mistakes or orneriness in it.