Prelude to more vacation blogging

What you see here seldom includes the stumbles and the fights.

For some reason, I woke up that Sunday in a rotten mood. I shouldn’t have, but I did. Nancy sensed it right away. A cruel streak emerged in me. Frustratingly, it flashed again and again. I don’t know what summoned the mood – I had a wonderful sleep on Nevada Avenue – but couldn’t shake it. At times it waned but never dissipated.

By the day’s end, I had the nerve to tell her to stop ragging on me. That line stopped the night cold. Any ragging was in reaction to an attitude and demeanor sorely misplaced on our annual weeklong vacation.

Thoughts of those unfortunate parts to my day still stab at me, leading me to wonder how differently the day would have unfolded had I adjusted my mood. We can never know. Now memories of that day come with an asterisk of nastiness from me.
But I digress. Back to my irregularly scheduled vacation blogging.