Not my best day

For starters, I went to AA in the morning and it turned out to be a pretty crappy meeting. This one has somehow transitioned from one which was always a "show of hands" meeting (where you either raise your hand to be recognized by the speaker or just pipe in when there's dead air) to one in which the speaker calls on people. Which means that most often the speaker calls on people he/she knows, which has the effect of making it a meeting where people mouth plattitudes as opposed to speaking from the heart about something that came to them. Dead air will do that to people, convert them from someone who's thinking about something to someone willing to talk about it. Meetings flow more organically that way, if there's a tolerance for a little potentially uncomfortable silence.

Then at noon I had a group Zoom with a group of college friends. I almost forgot about it. A couple of them were self-declared depressed for some reason, in general it was a low-energy meeting.

Then I was trying to get some momentum in a new book (a finance book, rekindling the tradition of doing some finance reading on Sundays, which I've blogged about recently) and Mary started asking me computer questions. I was not in the mood to be IT support. I got pretty crabby.

Then, to cap it all off, I went to play doubles and played horribly. They say a good player will make his teammates better. That was not me yesterday. Doubles continues to befuddle me on average. I am not racing up the learning curve, to be sure.

The worst of it all was of course being crabby with Mary. However much I hate being IT support after 30 years of marriage, I must confess that she has made great strides towards self-sufficiency over the years. At least I was able to own it and apologize. Probably the ultimate solution is for her to get a new computer. Though of course that's not really a solution to the IT support conundrum. But I kind of signed up for that.

Check that, maybe the worst of it all is the self-flagellation, even here on my blog. But one has to right about something, and Lord knows you don't need someone else complaining about Trump.