The eggshells have been tip-toed over all week. Things are fine, but there's a slight undercurrent of the unsaids at the moment.
I'll admit to not being the easiest person sometimes. After a long day in the office I get home and may not be in tip top form. I may not want to hear all about incidental mundanities. I may just crave a scotch. Living on my own was wonderful for that - through the door at 8, suit ripped off, 4 fingers of johnnie walker on ice and leave to ruminate in silence. I would come out the other side a new man.
That doesn't wash anymore, and I can be a little slow to decompress without my comforts. I'm not annoyed with Mrs. Blog-It-Out, I could just do with some quiet time. She gets it in her head though that I am annoyed with her. Some unspecified reason running around in her head. She is then annoyed at me for being (supposedly) annoyed for no reason she can discern.
So there you have it. The only thing that annoys me at the moment is bring accused of being annoyed when I'm not. It's horribly circular.
