I had to get up this morning to take someone to work; it was probably a good thing since there was no contract that yesterday’s cascade of minor disasters would end at midnight. Once upon a time I would have written a guidebook, complete with historic marker signs, about the events of yesterday. I would have included little posts of foam bricks so people could re-enact the pounding of the forehead aimlessly against a brick wall. But I’m not up for that now. All I can manage is “cracked taillight” and “AUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH” Did you hear that; if so, sorry – I would have muffled the primal call of frustration with the foam bricks had I written the story the first way I mentioned.