My basic intolerance for public misbehavior has been showing, and showing badly, all week. I’d calm down a little, and then someone would have some disgraceful show in public, where I could see/hear it, and off I would go again.

Oh, I don’t say anything to the misbehaving person, no matter what his/her age.

I just come home and tell all of you.

But right now, right this minute, I’m listening to some Eddie Izzard, and some DaVinci’s Notebook, and some Moxy Fruvous, and some King’s Singers, and some Rockapella, and some George Carlin, and some Hayley Westenra, and some Opera Band, and some Rhett Miller, and some Beatles, and some Love Actually S/T. . . . and the funky mixiness of it all is making me smile. I’ve hit ‘random’ so it goes from the sublime to the ridiculous and back again.

And isn’t that what life is like, too?