The worst part about having a case of the crankies is that because there's nothing concrete causing it, it's hard to find a solution. Since there's nothing specifically making me feel sad, I start to get scared that maybe I'll forget to be happy.
Then I wake up the next morning and even though the sun isn't shining, the world looks brighter.
And I get to go for a walk on the beach, my favorite place in the world (besides my bed, that is).
And I find a rock that looks like one of Henry Moore's sculptures:
And then I find this shell that looks like one of Picasso's faces:
And I realize that it's ok if some days are cranky days...because overall, I'm happy.