I think I'm going to have to exercise, though it is getting late, and I don't feel like it. I must do something to control the thunder that shakes me, and the cold rain pelting my insides.
I don't know if this is an upside, but, my mood is now so intense and pervasive that it doesn't cling to writing, no not at all, I find I keep slipping into furry at those around me. Their moods are horrid too. Three feral beasts housed in a small space. We did better briefly while out running errands, and thought we would return more reasonable, but each beast has again unleashed on the others.
I for one feel no guilt whatsoever at the present for any time I spend writing. I do plenty of housework, feels like I am constantly cleaning up after everyone. Constanly. LORD am I cranky.
Hopefully we will all have tomorrow together and do much better.