Moody

It manages to flummox me, the way I wake up each day in a slightly different mood. There appears no reason for the change from day to day, apart from, say, the weather. But to blame barometric pressure on one’s disposition appears to go a little too far.

Nevertheless, the ups and downs of our emotions are a fact. And our beloved co-couplers, sig others and spouses are the ones mostly at the front lines of seeing us at our best…and our worst. That, of course, is a mutual problem.

There are traffic cones for danger zones on highways. I wonder, is it time for bad mood cones for personal grumpy days?

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