Listening to the melodramatic depressive's playlist (starting with Joy Division's 'Love will tear us apart') while eating hard-boiled eggs out of a cup (think that ranks up there in terms of genius food inventions along with ice cream sandwiches) while waiting for the wind to die down (apparently I've driven through large parts of OK and TX when a wind advisory has been in effect and so, have been wondering why my little Honda Fit was getting pulled in all directions. The idea of a wind advisory actually needing to be heeded is brand new to me )

rr -- needing to mind parental craziness in public is a special form of shame-filled torture