Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Boy, was I in a grumpy mood this morning.  I didn't have any plans for this weekend and that snowballed easily into feeling massively sorry for myself.  I criticized my husband at breakfast when he innocently suggested we take a hike around a reservoir.  I huffed upstairs and got dressed, by which time I realized that nothing I had thought of had even the teensyist component of exercise involved.  So I marched back downstairs and deigned to accept the hiking offer.  We got to the reservoir and a downpour had us frozen in the car.  Neither of us had remembered an umbrella.  We listened to a story on the radio about an explorer in the antarctic, and when the rain ceased we got out and made it around the reservoir without precipitation.  I wanted to talk about the radio show and he interrupted me, so tears formed and I wouldn't speak to him for twenty minutes.  Finally, we made peace and we did discuss the explorer, and the time whizzed by.  I felt better simply because I'd gotten some exercise.  We had lunch, returned home and I walked to shops and bought two frames for prints I'd gotten on Thursday.  I felt even better after the second walk.  I still have no plans, but after all, who's fault is that?