It was an uneventful meditation tonight. Maybe 15 minutes. Tiredness. But peaceful.

What was perhaps more striking was the practice beforehand. My wife had complained that I’ve been grumpy and begrudging in my approach to our shared tasks these past several days. I demanded knowing what she meant by that, but then something interrupted our conversation. When she came back to talk some more, I had my comment worked out: “I have been that way these days – for reasons of stress, lack of time, and my psychology – and I’m sorry. But you don’t need to make a big deal of it, as you did by saying that it’s something that you can’t tolerate or by saying you’re afraid I’ll be like this for a long time.”

And that’s what I said, though I stopped just before the “But. . . . “ It took some space, and hope, and non-attachment to do it. And that was that.