I'm sure part of what I'm antsy about it general nerves about upcoming travel, and blues at having a great weekend come to an end, but it's coming out in big waves of financial angst.
I got up to pull up my credit card statement and fought with the online access system for several minutes, until I figured out it wasn't my computer that was being recalcitrant, but, in fact, their system. So I gave up and called. It's not as bad as it could be, but, still, it's a lot, and I've got a fair chunk of the billing statement still to go.
*sigh* *bites fingernails* I suppose asking the universe to hand me a winning lottery ticket would be selfishly out-of-proportion to the fact that I'll have to start making myself dinner rather than taking myself out, eh?