Balancing acts

[mousme]

So there I was, all pissed off because there was construction on Décarie, and what should have been a twenty-minute drive turned into a one-hour-and-ten-minute saga. Exactly the same amount of time it takes me to get home with public transit. Gah.

But then I got home, hauled the garbage bags downstairs (no more waiting until the morning to do it, I'm all but guaranteed to oversleep and miss the garbage men), and opened my front door to find a little red plastic bag with the latest Carole Nelson Douglas novel and a $10 gift card to l'Équipeur inside.

So the scales completely tipped, and I am no longer in a bad mood. :)

Many, many smooches to owldaughter!