Open letter to the thing I am not going to whine about, not one more time.

Dear the thing I am not going to whine about, not one more time:

First of all, today was a lovely day. That's a fact. Evidence:

gonna need some of this.

1. It was my Online Teaching Day (tm), which I have reserved for working at home. Ergo,
2. I worked at home.

Secondly, there was sunshine in the sky which flooded all over the things of the earth.

drinking pots full of this.

It was windy, and that's a (third) counter-fact. However, (fourthly) in the wind's defense, it stayed outside. And I stayed in. And thus it was that the wind had no force upon me.

Fifth: I finished some things today. I worked and worked away. I finished responding to some drafts and grading them. I polished up some Prezis. I sent some e-mails. 

So let me be clear, the thing I am not going to whine about, not one more time: you did not defeat me. Not remotely and not even.

I should literally
buy stock in this.

However--and I am saying this in the most measured of tones, a neutral tone, even, calm and merely observational:

You did not make my day better. The thing I am not going to whine about, not one more time: you did, in fact, make my day worse.

Although I am categorically not whining, I am brandishing my ginger tea and DayQuil at you, and my depleted packet of Kleenex. 

a bushel of these would not go amiss.

I'll say no more, the thing I am not going to whine about, not one more time. There's really no talking with you or about you, not without complaining. And I won't. You can't make me.

I said good day,

htms