Only just 9:15 in the morning and I am having my tea. The weather is up and down, in that it's both sunny and overcast.
I have a couple errands to run outside today and maybe sometime after lunch time I will see myself out.
The house gets cleaned as we speak and for that I am utterly glad.
I woke up upset, slept angry and am annoyed still because of something small but significantly irritating that husbands are sometimes prone to do.
Sometimes I find my patience running thin and do not like myself that way. I get easily bothered and even catch myself raising my voice out of sheer upset.
I hate that it's so difficult to make someone understand minuscule, most basic things after all these years of so called togetherness and I loathe how impossibly blood curdling some moments, absolutely insignificant otherwise can be.
I do find myself sympathising with people who go on a murderous rampage and knife strangers out of sheer frustration.
Perhaps if I were a little unhinged I might do the same. Sanity I feel is my most interrupting virtue and for some reason I have copious quantities of the damn thing.
Had I been an emperor of some sorts during more forgiving times there would have been days when I'd have executed people for just looking wrong, and then there would be days when my benevolence would know no bounds.
Life strangely didn't turn out that way and for that maybe I'm glad because I'd not have held on too well to all that irresponsible amounts of power.
Right then!
Off to surviving another day.
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