TMI: Getting Drunk on Hatred
I've been arguing with myself all day about writing this and finally decided to go ahead, but try to keep it short. Yesterday was our 46th wedding anniversary. The weather was pretty close to perfect. Our daughters and their children all came over (He Who Must Not Be Named and family are at the Jersey shore with my daughter-in-law's family). We sat in the backyard, ate, laughed, played with the kids, held the baby boys, watched the kids play with each other. It doesn't get too much better than that. Other than, around 5 p.m., I found that I was feeling short tempered and crabby. Crabby enough that I wondered if I had taken my daily antidepressant; I had. Everything was getting on my last nerve, especially things that absolutely shouldn't have. And then it dawned on me, and it felt like a smack upside the head. The shootings in El Paso and Dayton (regardless of what Ohio city POTUS thinks the shootings occurred in). Yep. PTSD. (If int...