Reasons to be cheerful, anyone?

Today started badly.
It started at 2am really, and I should have heard the warning bells, but was too busy trying to ignore the din our geriatric cat was making with his latest rodent acquisition. He has never learned that none of them will sit and wait where he drops them while he gets his breath back, so then he has to turn the house upside down searching for it.As for me searching for it, I gave that up last time. Far too many hiding places, not to mention my lack of agility. I probably share my office with an assortment of night visitors; for I swear when it’s quiet I can hear them moving around. As long as they don’t chew anything important, they’re welcome to stay!
Just been informed that the new rotary washing line I installed in the back garden last week is too wobbly. I thought at the time it needed a better anchor system. Guess what I will be doing later today?
I leaped at the chance to visit the coast at the weekend. It was in the evening, so should be cooler. And it was, in fact the wind was rather chilly. For some reason, the short journey (10 miles) triggered a touch of travel sickness, which totally ruined the treat. Two days later and it hasn’t quite left me, adding to my growing list of misery rants.
Adding to the pile is a general disappointment with my lack of progress as a writer AND as a marketer/promoter. I have not touched the WIP for several days and feel terrible about that. I can usually manage to squeeze in a thousand words or so, no matter what’s going on. Also, the number of nominations for Anita’s book on KindleScout seems to have slowed right down, so not much hope there either.
Behind all the other rants, lurks the big one. We have a very important family wedding coming up, and I hate what I have chosen to wear. I always hate what I wear, unless it’s my old tatty jeans and t-shirt, but I can’t turn up in them. More’s the pity, for I’m a much nicer person when I’m comfortable.
Not really being one to dwell on the bad stuff, I shall find ways to work through the shit, hopefully coming out the other side smelling of roses. Might take a shot or two of Rescue Remedy and a handful of Stressless tablets, but who’s counting? I like me a hell of a lot better when I’m mellow…