My Sanity

Wow, the blog is nailing down my sanity.  I regret my anger.  I don't know what to do.  I was helping out, did the dishes twice and am on a second load of towels.  I think I've adapted to the new protocols.  I wasn't literally thinking bad thoughts.  They popped up in my head, and I couldn't deal with what angered me.  So, in a way, I was doing something, but I wasn't trying to do it.  Sometimes it doesn't make me mad.  I know what made me mad.  Something was stimulating me in an uncomfortable way that I regret.  I'm not sure what to do about that.  I don't feel it now.