Saturday’s snit is already in the rear view mirror.
Not that there weren’t moments this morning that could have tipped the scales toward snit II.
It was too cold – 32F at 6 a.m. – for my liking. (It is spring, isn’t it?) Within 24 hours of the prior day’s curse-a-palooza, the path was again clogged with all manner of junk and trash (but at least I toted the correct bag this morning). The coffee didn’t stay as hot as usual in the brisk air and it was consumed far too early in the walk.
I went about the business is a more civil, stoic manner (there was a substantial drop in the utterance of F-bombs from yesterday’s profanity-laced tirade). Although for the first time ever, slobs were labeled as ‘Bozos,’ a name borrowed from the old clown show that first aired in Chicago (WGN?) a long, long time ago.
So yeah, yesterday is in my past. I suspect, though, that ‘Angry Man’ may seep through from time to time – but hopefully in more manageable proportions.