The only thing remarkable today, aside from the gale force winds, is my anger. Seems it never quite settled after last night. Doesn’t seem to matter what it is. I have no patience or tolerance for anything today. I can feel that uneasy racing just beneath the surface. I know it is there, but it seems there is little I can do to check it. I am doing everything in my power not to react. It isn’t just a mild anger. it is a deep harsh rage. I know my night of disturbing violent dreams didn’t help. My mind seemed to cobble together all sorts of pieces of information into this awful psychic quilt. There was murder, and gore. Death and despair. Nothing was left by the time I woke up. It was not a good night. Guess it is not remarkable that today is not a good day.