The worse commercial ever?  You be the judge.

Yes.

When I’m editing photos, sometimes I slide the increase definition slider up to 100%.  Even if the picture is a sweet picture of a child, the rounded edges and cheeks and imperfections become ghastly.  I don’t know why I do it.  I always hurriedly slide it back down until all the familiar softness returns.

Today I’m in a shitty mood.

Definition set to a million.  No soft edges.  Hardly anything beautiful.

A friend’s good fortune? Jealousy. Gleeful photos. Ache.

My blanket didn’t finish in the dryer on time last night.  So I slept with a fitted sheet and the elastic edges tugged at me.  I wrestled with the sheet, rolled around, had nightmares and pressing, lung-achy bouts of panic.

I feel ghastly today.

I’m reaching for the button that slides me back down to normal so I can celebrate instead of feeling sad-sad-sad-sad-sad.