The Propreantepenultimate Straw

Came home to this today after an afternoon that was already difficult. Lost my temper, doubtless because I spent so much time suppressing my feelings; this gave me an excuse.

Sylvia was the voice of reason and found a solution within minutes. Thank goodness for her. 

Why is there a Molson box in my garage, given I don't drink alcohol? Some miscreant put their recycling in my garbage bin the last time I put it out for collection. I know that sort of thing shouldn't annoy me, but that, too, made me irrationally angry. 

Sometimes I don't like who I am.