My foul mood has worsened. I'm not just down, I'm also really ticked off.
Of course, that might have a lot to do with the stress of waking up to find you ought to have left the house 15 minutes ago, finding you have no bus tickets, rushing to the store to get some to find two people with baskets of groceries before you (at a Shoppers Drug Mart... really?), have the first one count out pennies only to find out they don't have enough, have the cashier do a price check, realise they have the wrong product, then the second lady comes along and does the exact same thing, while you're standing behind them watching your bus drive off from the stop across the street.
It's been a stressful morning. Already.
Quite normally, I'd go to training to relieve my stress, but I just don't want to be around people right now. So I'll be going home this evening and trying to de-stress with the kitties. Failing that, I'll sleep. That's my usual stress response!
Today's Forgotten English is strangely appropriate.
Patch was at one time a term of contempt. It did not... necessarily mean a fool, but dignified what we now mean by a contemptible fellow. Shakespeare has [Midsummer Night's Dream]: "A crew of patches, base mechanicals." Crosspatch is the only remnant of the word. It is very expressive of a cross, ill-tempered, disagreeable person.
- Eliezer Edwards' Dictionary of Words, Facts, and Phrases, 1882
My grandmother always used to sold me using this word. "Oh, don't be such a crosspatch!" I had no idea it was forgotten....