I failed to write yesterday because I was in a bad mood. Sometimes words are spoken that, to the speaker, come from an innocent place, but to the person hearing them, they are accusatory or mean. That happened last night & no matter how much explaining was done, the damage was done & the evening, which had seemed so promising, was effectively over. I went to bed at 9:30.
This morning I am sitting at a Starbucks, reading & whatnot, while my car gets an oil change. The day is wide open. Tonight there will be music.