To the Person who left an extremely dusty but completely unburnt Hanukkah candle on the sideboard in the dining room: ... WTF did you expect to happen to it next?!

To the Young Person who has been snacking in the kitchen: If you use up all the steak knives to cut off pieces of leftover birthday cake, what are we supposed to use to cut the steak?

(I bet that they are just so glad that I'm home again ... .)

Our office building connects to Union Station, Washington's main RR station. Like most large modern stations, it's like a shopping mall inside, with restaurants and shops, so I usually go there to buy lunch and (before that) to walk rapidly around the ground and upper levels, so that I get a little exercise break.

It's Cherry Blossom Festival, so the place is crawling with tour group mobs, many of them older school children (middle school on up). And their chaperones have enough on their minds that they simply can't seem to keep their mobs from blocking the corridors ... it makes walking more toilsome than it oughter be ...

And of course it's that matzoh time of year again ... when everything's a little more cardboard-y ... .

So all in all, your humble correspondent feels a tendency to bitch-bitch-bitch. > slaps self < Snap out of it!