Thursday, March 3, 2005

“Why are you angry?” asked Muse over a cup of coffee today. “Is it something I did, something I said?”

“No, of course not,” I replied, tired beyond words.

“Then what?”

This question, however direct and appropriate it seemed, only put me in a fouler mood.

“Today was fine,” I started to recount. “The weather was fine. Work was fine. Everything is fine.”

Muse, and bless her for this, found my throwaway answer simply insulting.

“So what is it? Are you sure it’s not me? Is it us?” came her pointed question.

“No, no. I’m glad this all happened. I’m glad we happened. And sometimes I’m made speechless.”

“Do you need anything?” she pressed.

“Time. I just want some time.”