Some days are like that . . .

It has been one of those days where everything seems out of rhythm. You know those kind of days? The tears are just barely under the surface no matter where or what and you don't dare talk about anything that might take you there. You can't quite put your finger on what it is. I finally just came home and put my pajamas on. . . they are flannel and that always helps. As Scarlett said, "Tomorrow is another day."