We were cleaning the house, something that never fails to put me in a dark mood and set me ruminating on mortality. Cleaning, like death, is so... inevitable. And I don't particularly like either in an oddly similar way; I am skeptical of an afterlife.
We were listening to the local public radio music station, the Current. I wasn't particularly enjoying the DJ or the new music. But whether a bad mood can lead me to be deeply critical or being deeply critical puts me in a bad mood I stopped and remembered:
Everything is easy until you do it yourself.