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It's been very sunny the past few days. Maybe it's cold, I don't know. I haven't left the house in fecking DAYS. The rage is beginning to unfurl from deep within. At first, I thought it was merely onset of more gruesome cramps, but it has a slightly different quality.

Yeah, so let's review: Q got pink eye on Weds. I started feeling ill on Thursday. Baby C was diagnosed with pink eye and dual ear infections on Friday. She started throwing up on Saturday, which is conveniently when things got bad for me as well. Sunday and Monday Q took care of all of us, and I'm feeling better (though not terrific) just in time, because he came down with this Gastro Bug from Hell last night.

A is either going to miss this one, or she's going to come last. We just don't know. It's part of the fun!

I Hate February, and I Hate Winter, and I Hate Germs. I'm really tired of putting my life on hold every few weeks to deal with some new version of Ick, and continually being behind on everything. Because ODDLY ENOUGH the world doesn't stop just because we're all fucking languishing over here.

Yeah yeah. Whine whine, bitch bitch.

Idle Hostile Thoughts

So I was driving along this afternoon doing errands, wondering what immutable law of nature requires a majority percentage of elderly people to not ONLY drive five miles below the posted speed limit, but also stay in the passing lane. While I was wondering this in a somewhat irritable way, the example specimen in front of me pulled over into the left turn only lane, which is exactly what I was going to do.

Oddly, though he was first "in line" at the light, he decided to stop about two car lengths from the light. Then he looked in his rearview mirror and started whirling his index finger around in a circle. Not understanding Elder Demented Sign Language, I sat there gaping. Then he put his hazard lights on.

Assuming he was mysteriously intending to sit there immobile, I checked the other lanes and moved to pass him on the right. However, for reasons known only to God and the forces of chaos, he chose this moment to give up his fool's errand and quickly pull up to the line, blocking me from reentering the turn only lane. Not allowed to turn, this forced me miles out of my way.

This ranks right up there with the elderly man who stopped dead in front of me, on a 45 mph four lane road, in the middle of the right lane, to allow his wife to get out and go get a free community newspaper out of a corner dispenser.

As a society, we need to improve public transportation. I'M JUST SAYIN'.