I've read numerous times that loving kindness begins at home. Yesterday, I was a complete witch (with a B), and said awful, hurtful things to my husband -- because I was tired, achy, and blaming it all on him. We went to NYC with the intentions of seeing the city from the Rockefeller Observation deck, then MoMA, with lunch in between. Well, the observation deck was closed due to cloud cover, MoMA isn't open on Tuesdays, and we spent the day walking all over town. (My aging hips, knees, feet were...