Sunday Grumpies are here in full force, and I don't even have to go to work tomorrow. I do have to get upstairs, though, and wash myself down with antibacterial surgical scrub, go to bed, do the same tomorrow, and then go have my varicose veins taken care of. I should be happy. I do feel thankful that I can get this done, and that it will be covered by my insurance. But I am grumpy nonetheless. Not even tree decorating, "The Nutcracker" on DVD, yummy dinner, and eggnog for dessert helped. Sometimes you can have a plan for those Sunday Grumpies, and they beat you down just the same. Oh well. Off to scrub.