So I think he gets mad at himself 'cause in a flash of an instant he realizes you've been somewhere else. And yes, maybe he should already know that. You were. You were somewhere else. But he's been needing to tell someone stories, and he hasn't had anyone but the three dogs. And yes, they listen like crazy but they are no substitute for you. So right when you walk in the door he's trying to tell you a crazy story and you've just been dealing with a lotta craziness somewhere else and the two collide at the door.
That's when you do what you've always done, you go to your corners, work it out in your heads and meet later, over forty years later.
That's at least one of the reasons I'm glad I know you two 'cause you showed me how to come back and meet.
Again, Happy Thanksgiving.