I came home early from work yesterday, feeling nauseous and grumpy. After a nap and as the evening progressed, the nausea faded but the grumpiness remained. I went to sleep on the wrong side of the bed and awoke there this morning.

I was feeling grumpy about something somewhat petty, and life thought I should be reminded of that.

So when Rudi got a phone call that will probably require him to go home to Salt Lake, my petty grumpiness fled, replaced only for concern about Rudi and his family.

Life is predictable in that way: only so much self-pity allowed before you should be reminded that your problems are minute and unimportant. I just wish I could learn this lesson without that unpleasant slap upside the head…