Anger

Vinegar in the blood for the past few days, I'm not sure why. In the hellish heat of summer I did not snap once, I think I may have even forgotten what it was like to be angry. This is peculiar though, I'm not angry at anything, I just seem to be filled with rage all of a sudden. This feeling has kept me from focusing on tasks, I have not chopped wood in two days, I fear I will harm myself. Each meal I have cooked recently just ends up being burned or bland. The old mare senses my anger, she stands back each time I pass her.