Reason? Cooling weather, perhaps. Things have felt much quieter ... more sedate. Not having windows and doors open means it's quieter inside, plus the days are shorter and darker and people aren't outside as much making noise. Our neighbor lady who hires the assfuck with the leafblower seems to be on vacation / out of town, too, so that helps. I haven't noticed as much leafblowing this autumn. An unusual small stroke of grace I'm very thankful for.
Another possible reason I've been less bitchy: I had an adventure with making a cat-friend from 9/11 through just-a-few-days-ago, when her owners moved out of the neighborhood.
Spending time with the cat -- looking forward to her visits, being overjoyed with each arrival, hanging out with her, petting her, and eventually sleeping with her for a few nights really relieved a lot of anxiety, I think, and made me feel more loving. And then grieving over her abscence the past week has kept me emotionally very preoccupied and sort of detached from other things.
