Anger Makes Me Tired

Yesterday I got called into the Principal's Office, so to speak, and belittled for stupid stuff. It was not criticism, nor correction. It was not a conversation between adults. It was blahblahblah from someone who doesn't belong in management, or anywhere near people.

I was annoyed at myself for not being able to immediately laugh it off. At home, my friend Ruth called (not her real name.) She loves to give advice. She said that when she was here the other day, she noticed that My Dog is Fat. She Needs to go on a Diet.

The Nerve.

Fortunately, last night was tai chi class. We meditate for half an hour, fling ourselves around loosening and warming our joints, then learn some new moves. I slept like a baby afterwards, and woke up before Lucy came bounding up the stairs to jump on the bed and lick my underarms.

Still, I feel the need for a change of scene. For someone else to cook and wash the dishes. To spend money that looks like play money, so it doesn't seem like I'm spending money at all.