On Friday I was angry at seventy-five percent of the four most important men in my life. I believe I had some cause, but the details don’t matter. I was pretty miserable. (Okay Mom, I hear you saying “Nobody loves a sourpuss.”)
Here’s the root cause. It’s late May. It’s supposed to be warm, but the heat has been on in our house all month. We haven’t had a really sunny day since Easter. I’ve gotten drenched on a number of bicycle trips to or from work. And I’m working super-long hours as we wrap up the school year. On top of (or because of) all that I had had a sleepless night on Thursday.
Peter pretty much knows to keep his distance when I am like this. My problem is that I am unable to get away from me.

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