I don't know why.
Actually I do know why but I don't want to share. Yet.
Many years ago, in college, after a particularly moving lecture in the Women's Studies class, I had made a promise to never call another woman a bitch, whore, or slut, no matter what the provocation. As far as I remember, I have kept that promise. But today I feel like abusing one person. And I have memories of another person whose head I want to see bashed in. Clearly I need to do a lot of deep breathing.
It has rained today. It is so beautiful. I haven't yet gone to Mount Mary's. Maybe today I will skip it. Will have a nice hot bath, make coffee and get a headstart on the work for tomorrow.
The temper is rearing its head. Need to give it some rest.
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