3-DAY FRIEND JUNKET to the West Coast! I depart at dawn. What felt frivolous when I planned it is now urgently needed as we recover from a looooong visit from family (our quarters are close by most people’s standards, at least this side of Chicago). Three days is the magic number for sleepovers, people. Any longer and your habits become targets.
Or was it just the hellacious weather? Hard to know what’s actually feeding irritability this time of year.