Life is full of little irritations. Things you notice from time to time that, if you take the time to think about them, would 'drive you nuts'. But they don't - because they are usually so minor that they don't warrant much thought.
It's just that sometimes they seem to pile up to the point where they just get in your face and holler at you until you acknowledge them - which you do by expressing your frustration with one or more of them. Then they go away and fade, once more, into the background. Until next time.
Do you know the Progressive Insurance commercial where the young lady is in her insurance store with shelves fully stocked with insurance products? All dressed in virginal white, including the store itself and the shelves? You didn't miss that symbolism, did you? Anyway, she is speaking to the lowly motorcycle rider, she makes a sound to imitate the roar of a motorcycle, he says something about the size of bike she might ride - inferring a smaller, more feminine sized bike - and she replies, "More like a 900 v-twin". He is immediately intimidated and she looks smug.
The only problem is nobody, makes a '900 v-twin'. Somebody may have, once upon a time. But now? There's a 750. They could have used that number - although it's a dog. There's an 1100, a 1300, and an 1800. There's 1000cc Harleys. And bigger. And, therefore, more intimidating. And less irritating to me.
Damn, I feel better.
One down and countless others to go.
Oh - one other thing - although not an irritant. An apology. I made reference to posting frequency yesterday that might have been construed (wrongly) as a criticism of those who don't post everyday. It was not ever meant to be a criticism of anything other than my inability to maintain my reliability.
Now I truly feel better, because that, also, was on my mind.