Angry Hufflepuff (Go ride a bike!)

I was mean to someone yesterday. (No one you'd have met on this blog.) They deserved it (sort of...).
But I was really mean. More than they deserved (probably).

I want to mention my bad behavior because I think other people are feeling the strain of living in a state of pandemic, and that strain was part of why I snapped toward this person. 

I might have eventually anyway, but stress has definitely been piling up on me the past week, and that person was a convenient target. 

I do want to add that this person I was mean to had been unkind to others. The few times I've felt justified being mean was when I [thought I was] defending someone else. This is quite possibly bogus, but there it is.

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When I moved into this neighborhood last fall, I'd gotten talking to a neighbor out raking her yard wearing a Ravensclaw T-shirt .
I commented on the T-shirt, and she told me there are quizzes to determine which Hogwarts House you would belong to.
In the spirit of neighborliness, I took a quiz and it said I was a Hufflepuff.  

I'm not into Harry Potter, but I did skim each book as it came out, and Hufflepuffs seem way too nice for me to be one. (I do like that they're a rag-tag bunch of non-specials though. The House will take anyone!)

Just now, however, I looked it up and see the badger is the totem animal for Hufflepuffs.
That seems right.

Usually I'm like this:

"oh is that a snack?"

But very rarely I'm like this:

[I didn't make this, but I sure relate. Also, this is an American badger, the state animal of Wisconsin, where I grew up.]

Oh. Ha. I just looked up "huffelpuffs get angry"and found a (joke?) fanfic about how Hufflepuffs who feel their ideals were wronged will kill the entire family––and dog––of the person who wronged them.

Well. I wasn't THAT mean!

What's my point here?

Don't mess with a Hufflepuff during a pandemic?

If you're a Hufflepuff, don't be in pandemics?

I don't know. I just wanted to say, if you've been slightly unreasonable or a real raging jerk just lately, you are not alone. 

Offering comfort such as this is a very Hufflepuffy thing to do.

Oh, no--wait!
I know what my point was.
After I was mean in the morning, I biked over and spent the afternoon in bink's backyard. 
I live near the river now, and that means the way home from bink's is slightly downhill. I biked home really hard, pushing all the way.
When I got home I was all sweaty, and I felt emotionally great!

So my real point is: I haven't been careful enough to work out the stress hormones, physically. I've been going for walks, and that's helpful, but it's not the same as a good, hard workout.
I don't usually exercise (anymore), but my job is very physical, lifting and carrying all the time, and for almost a month, I've done nothing physically hard.
I need to incorporate that into my day, now we're in this free-floating emotional-marshmallow-with-hidden-sharp-bits state.

It's been snowing all day, so I'll just go for a nice, fast walk. Dog will like that.