I am incredibly irritable.

Sometimes I think that I am a crotchety old man at heart.  I think that I’ve taken on too many of my father’s tendencies.  (He will lovingly be called “Grumpa” when I have kids.)  And the problem with me is that I don’t just get irritated.  It has some sort of magnificent domino effect.  The first thing to irritate me is just the beginning – after that, I’m lucky to get through ANY incident without becoming mildly pissed-off by it. 

Today happens to be one of those days.  And I feel sorry for the people that have to put up with me when I’m in one of these moods.  (I’m sorry, Brock!)

I wish I could figure out what causes this reaction in me, and make it go away.  I have tried to pretend like there is nothing wrong, I have tried to convince myself there is nothing wrong, and most of all I have figured out the only solution is to just not dwell on it, and try to focus on things that make me happy instead. 

I need to wash the bed sheets.  That is irritating.