The next day I woke up angry—which always annoys me. Having intense negative emotions before I even get my thoughts going, is something I consider unfair. But there they were, images in my mind from of the meeting with Detective Solomon, the most unpleasant moments—and, consequently, their associated emotions.
With a groan I sat up, put my feet on the floor, and with my eyes closed, set about calming myself. I managed this by focusing on my breathing—slowly, in and out. After doing this for some minutes, my mental processes had calmed sufficiently that I could think rationally. Immediately, my mind returned to those unpleasant images and their associated reflections.
Much of my annoyance was directed towards myself. The detective had been arrogant and hostile, but at the same time seemed
