April -- a Spring month, I feel sure you will agree. And yet the last few days have registered temperatures in the eighties. The weather forecast predicts the following week will be grey and rainy and in the sixties, or I would actually be cross. My mother always says that I cannot allow myself to be controlled by the weather, to which I always reply (in my head), "Oh, yes I can!"
Anyway, at the moment I am in the air-conditioned library, where people are misbehaving all around me. The woman next to me is loudly eating sour gumdrops. Come on, lady! That degree of smacking and sucking would be annoying on a cross-town bus. The man across from me is talking on his phone -- his phone! -- in a voice that would be too loud on the street corner, much less the library, which, as everyone has known all their life, is where you must be quiet. Not silent anymore, unfortunately, but still, quiet. And there are signs at the door reminding people to turn off their phones. Grrr -- makes me wish that guy who kills rude people was still around. Not that I want any of these people dead, of course, but they wouldn't be so ignorantly rude, if they had a madman with a politeness fixation to deal with.
I sound like a little old lady, don't I?