I'm really upset. It's completely irrational and I'm more pissed off with myself than anyone else, yet I cannot be around the others less I say something I'll regret.
It stems from the shower and my inability to follow my gut. Grrrr.
We're leaving Detroit just now which is a good thing. I saw a dead dog on the side of the road and it was an ominous sign. The next dead thing was the stillborn pig in the "miracle of life" ag tent. I kind of wish this day had never happened. Thank god it's over.