Last night, as I was eating dinner in a QFC parking lot, I watched a guy walked out of the store, pull the lid off a Mike's Hard Lemonaid, and drink half of it down as he walked to his car. That felt weird and wrong. Should I have tried to stop him? Report him? How? To who?
Nearly everything is moved out of my old place, except for the cats, and the furnature I am wanting to sell. I'm trying to find tygereclipse, so I can hire her to clean the space. My new space is stacked up to my chin in boxes. It's going to take a couple of weeks to get them all unpacked, sorted, and either put away or put in storage.
Yesterday I had a candy bar, which turned out later to be packed with peanut goodness. Thus my snarky reposting of a poorly researched column (I'm considering deleting the LJ post.) I was grumpy angry for most of the early evening, and it took awhile for me to recognize it. Sigh.