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Cranky turnout of pet peeves

Although I treasure a patient, intentional path in my life’s journey, I’m reminded that sometimes I am an anomaly to that virtue.

Sometimes I fly by the seat of my pants when it comes to my mood.

Granted, I made the choice to ingest far more caffeine than I usually do on this, the “Writing Eve.” In fact, I hardly ever drink coffee after 7 a.m.

Three cups, maybe four, of heavily-heaped “Black Silk” into the coffee-maker at 5:30 p.m. have since become both my “glass of wine and whiskey,” as the song “Honeybee” by Blake Shelton (now playing on Songza) spells out.

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