I'm finding myself irrationally angry with the Google Streetview camerapeople for not taking clearer pictures of landmark signs. (Right now, there is a goddamn MAP just to the right of where they were focused, and I can't look straight at it! Come on!)

I'm enjoying when the picture comes up and it's empty countryside, but when you pan around there's a big block of buildings or something. It's like instant travelogues.

I will not share the story of when an old lady died in the condo above my friend's and was not discovered for several weeks.

I think I did share when it happened in my building.

Earlier today, I was in line behind a person who took, on average, a minute a doughnut to choose a dozen.

I would have gone off on them. You will get endless abuse out here if you get to the front of the burrito line without knowing your order.

You will get endless abuse out here if you get to the front of the burrito line without knowing your order.

In the South, we mutter and buy firearms.

I will not share the story of when an old lady died in the condo above my friend's and was not discovered for several weeks.

I think I did share when it happened in my building.

Happened across the street from me. Spent a week excavating a 7 foot high strata of rubbish.

So sad.

I would have gone off on them. You will get endless abuse out here if you get to the front of the burrito line without knowing your order.

I nearly stamped on the foot of a woman who took about 6 minutes to go through a list of 'I want this, but not this. Make this like that' while ordering a pizza yesterday.

Then, I thought, okay she strikes me a lonely person. Maybe this is the only way she can control something in her life. Sigh.

Then, I thought, okay she strikes me a lonely person.

She's lonely with good reason; she's dithering and oblivious.

I am totally one of those annoyingly indecisive orderers. Sorry. I do try to stand back and allow other people to order while I peruse the menu and internally debate, at least.

Thanks for the 5-pt confidence, guys. I have plenty of time to figure out how to study for the next one, anyway. And perhaps one of my other paths to employment will work out meanwhile. That is certainly a thing that could happen.

Totally, but no less worthy of my compassion. I'll never get in line behind her again, mind you.

Oops, sorry to talk over you -t...my response was to David.

Fleas might be from eggs brought inside on your shoes. My indoor only cat used to get wicked fleas when I lived in a carpeted apartment bldg that also houses lots of dogs.

And I know I'm way WAY behind, but I had mixed results with taking cats outside on a harness/leash. My older fraidy cat went instantly pancake every time so I gave up. The younger cat, OTOH, initially tried frantically to get out of the harness but as soon as I picked him up and took him OutSide he warmed to the thing. After a few months he would knock the harness and leash off the shelf and look up at me expectantly when he wanted to go Out and sniff things. There was never walking, per se, more slowly investigating a small area and occasionally running up the side of a large tree (leash made it way easier to get him down) but then we had to curtail those outings when an unleashed dog tried to eat him and my poor cat couldn't even run away because he was leashed. Cat held his own, opened the dog's nose, but he was seriously freaked out and didn't seem excited about OutSide until years later. And now I have a fenced backyard so he can go out once a week and eat grass and hoark it up and sniff Things without needing to be leashed.