Unspeakable spoken

Went out to dinner with a few. Sheila mentioned something about finding a way to convince me to host book club again, which took me by surprise. The idea is tossing about in my noggin, but the aftertase is of resentment and chagrin.

She wasn't here last year, so she's only heard the story second-hand. I still cringe inside whenever someone speaks those words "book club".

I want to mouth-off right now, but I realize that I've been mouthing off all year. My mood is mostly cantankerous, frustrated and lonely, and those feelings don't make one a very good table conversationalist.