It's not a bad mood. I'm not irritated with the people around me. I'm not sulking or snapping or shrinking away. I'm not even particularly tired. I'm just feeling an effect of the rain, I guess, which makes me want to change into big comfy clothes, curl up on the couch with a blanket, watch movies I've seen before, and drink tea and eat chocolate chip cookies. All by myself. Or with a cat, if such a creature happened to be available.
But instead I am at work, where the main purpose of my being here is to interact with other people. Which I will do, and with a smile.
Fish are dying. The other day, I found one of the rummy nose tetras. This morning it was a hatchet fish and a neon tetra. One of the barbs hasn't been seen in a while, but I haven't found a floaty body either. Too many fish flush funerals are happening. I'm worried that my parents will come home to an abandoned fishtank. I'm doing exactly as I was instructed- feeding them. The poor little things.