January 24, 2007
After Yoga last night, and a peaceful day at work I was feeling pretty content. Ah, finally, the wisdom and peace rumored and alleged to accompany age. With this calm wrapped around me like a warm coat, I felt smug about the (metaphoric) cold, yet all unraveled when I popped a cork listening to my wife’s stories of her workday. I got completely caught up in being pissed off at her supervisors and their idiocy and pretty soon I was surprised to find myself buck naked in the (metaphoric) cold, skinny dipping in the hot springs of my emotional self.