on a call on which I may say nothing at all.  OK, that’s a lie.  I was on the call at the start, and said hello.  It was kind of an angry/sad hello, but a hello nonetheless.  Now the call is in full swing, and it’s clear that it all has nothing to do with me.  I wonder if it’s my own narcissism at work here — why does it always have to be about me?  Even a little bit?

Same old phone here, no mute button.  A lot of screaming from downstairs, as the kids are home.  I can’t scream at them without outing myself as a no-mute person, and an overly angry parent.  It’s a quagmire.