Incoherencies

I am just generally and comprehensively annoyed. Annoyed with the traffic, annoyed with the kidlet and their distractible ways, annoyed at the spouse (whom I haven't even seen all day) because it's his genetic heritage that makes the kidlet leave socks all over the floor. Annoyed with the woman who requested an emergency box from the food pantry yesterday, didn't show up to pick it up, then called up today to try to guilt-trip me: "My children went to bed hungry last night." Hey, lady, it wasn't me who didn't do what I said I would do.

Annoyed with the soon-to-be new pastor, because he's not even here yet and he's already showing distressing signs of being high-maintenance. He called me at home during dinner, which is a habit of which he will have to be broken right speedily. And about money, which isn't even my department; I can neither issue a check nor sign a check, and that's the way I like it.

He had damned well better not bring those three big dogs of his into the office, that's all I can say.

We're out of eggs, there are dead Japanese beetles on the carpet, and my ankle hurts. My computer is too slow to show the new Sherlock Holmes trailer without horrible skippage. Boycat wants more than his fair share of the chair.

Fandom hasn't annoyed me yet, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time.

(In news that's not annoying but just kind of wtf, our odd next-door neighbor, who lives alone and can't keep his dog off our lawn (and out of our garage and off our porch) and who we found out last year is a therapist, apparently died suddenly this week. He probably wasn't over 55. His wife quietly moved out six or seven years ago, and nobody seems to know if he has any family. Just weird and unexpected.)

edited 2020 to retroactively correct the kidlet's gender pronouns