It is traditional among the men of our family to engage in heated political debate during the Friday evening dinner (itself traditional). But in last week's dinner, while arguing, as usual, with my dad and my grandfather (not the one I wrote about), I lost my temper. I lost my temper, literally, i.e. I watched it run ahead of me and I could not stop myself from expressing rage, including banging on the table and yelling.
It's definitely time to do something else, to change something. But what? That's the great question I'm thinking about, and the one I have not been writing about, despite repeated promises to do so. This entry won't be about it either. No time.