I am trying to relax and skipping pot.

Hubby went to read and work maybe on his book at the café.

It is awful to have lost my temper with that horrible yuppy and her unfixed dog and toddler. Sigh. It is hard to appreciate the crowds: I never do.

The nuns are singing and I am listening attentively to clear any obscurations from bad kamma ensuing from this interaction today. May the kamma be cleared and all be fruitful. Om mani peme hung Om mani peme hung