Winter has a way of intensifying emotions... festivity, lethargy, family fun, personal tiffs...
Little things mean more than they should. Today, as I emptied the dish washer, I noticed that all of the silverware was wet. I asked my wife why it was wet and she said that she accidently spilled some water that had collected on a cup above the silverware when she removed the cup earlier. Then, as I emptied the rest of the dishes on the lower level, I noticed that they were wet, too. So, I commented that the cup must have had a lot of water in it or perhaps she took special effort to shake the cup over everything... BIG MISTAKE.
For the next ten minutes... I didn't appreciate this, I made too big a deal of that, I had nothing to complain about....
Hey, it's winter. The storm blew over.
