Anger

Most of the time these days, I firmly believe that I have a handle on my temper. For those of my readers that don't know me personally, I have a famous temper, quick to ignite, and violently explosive in its fury. In my dotage, I believe that I have gotten better at controlling it. In fact, it has been quite a while since I threw a chair at somebody in anger, or slammed a door repeatedly to rid myself of violent energy.

Today is different. I find myself to be so angry, that I'm actually sitting at my desk in quiet, seething, murderous rage. I'm not acting my anger out, and thus expunging it from my system. That can not be good news for anyone, least of all me.

Too many things seem to be slipping out of my control, and I so desperately need a break from my own life. So, here's the thing, I'm hoping I go the entire day without killing anyone, or myself. I really, fervently hope that. That would be a good end to this terrible, terrible, terrible day.

The Parting Glass

Of all the money e'er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm I've ever done,
Alas! it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit
To mem'ry now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all


But since it falls unto my lot,
That I should go and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call,
Good night and joy be with you all.