Today was rough. I was in a crummy mood. A was in a crummy mood. Neither of us has yet developed the ability to read minds. Recipe for disaster (aka tense silence interspersed with sharp comments). We followed that with an angry, fighting, me-crying walk. I think the walk actually helped a bit. But sometimes it's so hard to shake a mood, a feeling, a perceived insult. I guess if a walk helps a little, that's what running could be for. Which means I'll just feel crummy a bit longer because no way I'm running.
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