Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband and I had a fight last night over a Scrabble game. Objectively speaking, we were both sore losers, although my husband was winning. He had drawn all the letters with high count: the Q, X, Z, and J. I was complaining about the phenomenal luck he has that way, and then he countered by saying I wasn't opening up the board (with what I might have asked) then he put down the word Quaint, which didn't seem he was thwarted too much. He quit, I quit, and he went to bed and I read more in my book, Obama's Promised Land. We both had the maturity level of toddlers, but I see it as the cost of covid. We are bored, grumpy and the nights are long. We'd already watched two episodes of "The Expanse" and I'd watched the last thirty minutes of a Hallmark movie I'd already seen before. We didn't know what to do with ourselves. Oh, well, today is sunny, our grandson is turning one year old, and we're visiting them outside, masked and distanced and having lunch outside. He's a sweetheart, with a grin full of teeth, or chompers, as I call them, and a happy disposition. He will be oblivious to the celebration, but that's fine. He's walking like a robot, and baby talking non-stop. That should cheer us grumps up!