Given the choice I obviously prefer to start my mornings happy. This morning there’s a bit of a cloud of doubt looming. Not the good kind of cloud but the kind of moody cloud that comes from receiving a warning from the owner of the home you live in, rent-free. We need to talk is never a good thing to hear I would much rather talk right now than be given time to worry about what that talk will entail. Luckily I have learned my sister is excellent at avoiding conflict, so ironically, the warning about a warning may have been all the warning I get… so far anyway.