So many things to be rage-y about today.

There's the normal stuff, like politics making me want to clamp my head in a vise before it explodes, general idiocy rampant across the spectrum of your average news feed, and the just unbelievable shortsightedness and closemindedness of some of the people I find around me every day.

But today...today it got personal.  There I was, having a perfectly normal conversation with someone I've never felt uncomfortable around, but haven't seen in about a year; someone about my age that I was friend-ish with before she moved. We were just chit-chatting about random stuff, and somehow it came up that Shaun moved out last year.  I just mentioned it in passing, without any details.  Because, you know, I'm making so much progress toward accepting the situation.  Yay me!

Suddenly there was silence.  Forehead-wrinkled silence facing me across the little table.  Then this person who hasn't seen me for over a year, sitting directly across from me in a public place, actually uttered the following out loud:

"Oh, no.  What did you do that made him leave?  There must have been something- can you remember what it was?  I'm sure you can fix it.  You know, you should come to church with me on Sunday, and we can pray for him to have forgiveness and acceptance so he will take you back. Besides, you can't properly raise your daughter without a husband."

I was speechless.  Literally speechless.  I sat there gaping like a stranded flopping fish.

Once I re-found my lungs and could breathe, I stood up and said "How DARE you make assumptions and pass judgement on a situation you know nothing about. This conversation is over. I need to leave now."  And I left.

Nutter-Butters for dinner, with a side of canned pineapple and beef jerky, while providing temporary comfort, do not really make you feel any better.  I should just go to bed.

Sometimes you just have to smack yourself and snarl, "For crying out loud, Sue! Go to bed, already!"

Sheesh.

OK, I'm going now.

I love watching the Olympics, but thanks to living in the Pacific time zone must stay up until midnight if I want to see the Primetime coverage, which is the only time I have to watch (pesky job). Aside from the fact that they only cover the "glamorous" events like swimming and gymnastics, and not the other ones I also want to see like badminton, this is way too late for me to be up on a weeknight.

I'm a night owl by preference, but not when I have to get up at 7 am.

This was clearly illustrated this morning while I was driving to work and was stopped at a stoplight. I waited and waited, impatient because this light was Taking. So. Freaking. Long. To. Change.

Then I realized that it wasn't a stoplight, it was a stop SIGN.