I'm not going to speak of yesterday's elections - but the results are probably why I'm in my current funk. I'm not feeling terribly tolerant right now.
I live in a garden apartment complex - two apartments to a doorway, four apartments to a building. Anyway, I'm in the upstairs unit and the downstairs unit was recently sold. My new neighbor moved herself in about a week ago while I was away at a stitching festival. I knew it would be uncomfortable - you do have to live together to a certain extent. We share a mailslot, we share a vestibule and...we share the airspace. She smokes. I think I'm going to go crazy. I haven't actually seen her smoking, but the apartment reeks of it. I chase my mother outside when she visits and I can't do anything about the smoker downstairs...argh! I'm actually not an anti-smoking advocate. I guess that while I feel that all the laws might be too much, I'm really happy that I can go out and not come home stinking of cigarettes. Now I have it in my house. I think I might be moving to Greenland.