Diary of a Wolfeman

I don’t know if it was a moon phase or what, but there was something in the air this weekend that set almost everyone around me on edge – but only for seconds at a time.

I first noticed it Friday night, but it was really only affecting me, so I didn’t think much of it – other than apologizing to the Girlfriend for being moderately a prick.

Saturday was mostly ok, except our tv went kerplooie Friday night, and we spent a good chunk of the day pricing replacements. I wrote any bad emotions off to that.

Sunday, however, was a game day and a couple friends came over, so I had a wider sampling to observe. My daughter was her usual manic self, but the reactions she got were a lot stiffer from all but one of the other guys there. (The Physicist is a remarkably good-natured guy. ) Everyone else was having a good time, but the kind where you know that one false move is all it will take for someone to snap.

All in all, it was damn distracting.