My moods and ideas seem to come and change and go like this afternoon's thunderstorm. Light, grey, black - the the torrent within me seems to burst and soon it is all over.
Instead of being afraid of my mid-Victorian ideas I feel like proclaiming them, fighting for them.
Couldn't John and I be happy together even though he thinks one way and I another?
Peg has had a 10% reduction in salary.* She is earning less than she was two years ago when I was offered the job she has now.
*The Great Depression started in 1929.