How can one of life’s simple pleasures become the catalyst for a tiff, if even a small one, between oneself and one’s SO? on his first day back in the Attic no less.

Not to worry, there were no fisticuffs involved (well maybe on my part in my mind) and our collective blood pressures are dropping.

The human psyche, the hot buttons, the triggers that can send even the most mature and wise person (like myself ) back to being a childish child – that’s the stuff that brings in clients.

On with my day here on a blustery sunny day in Berkeley…