This morning there was a knock on my apartment door. I said, "Who is it?" like I always do. I was expecting a package delivery, so I thought that would be who was there. There are over 150 units in the building, by the way. But this woman says, "You don't know me, but my name is A..., and I live on the 4th floor. I'd like to invite you to a memorial." So I opened the door a little bit. I said "Is it for J....?" [a kind and well-liked neighbor who died last week.] She says, "No. Please come if you want to." and hands me what appears at first glance to be a one of those programs for a funeral -- you know what I'm talking about? So after she left I looked all over the pamphlet to figure out who the memorial was for. I guess it was for Jesus? It said there was a "public meeting" so she was proselyting and boy was I p.o.d I called the apt. mgr and told her what was going on with this rude, rude, person knocking on everyone's door! The manager said "Is she knocking on everyone's door?" I said, I guess so. Anyway, she sure knocked on mine!" The manager said she'd get the woman to stop. But since the woman was likely still traipsing around the building, it's unlikely the mgr will be able to stop her, at least for this go-round. Anyway I am trying not to let this ruin my day. It's got me all agitated and angry. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know "this anger is hurting me more than it's hurting her." Heard that too many times already. I had breakfast, got dressed, so now I'm going to play some of my instruments and sing.