I was just working on a right long rant about the new HPV vaccine, but it’s getting longish and I will have to finish and edit it later. My train of thought was broken by someone ringing my doorbell. Even delivery people don’t ring my obnoxious doorbell. Since I hadn’t heard the mailman or any other vehicle pull up to the house, I crept to the window to sneak a peek at who was disturbing the peace.

It was Crazy Broom Woman. I’ve mentioned her a few times before. She is most often seen wandering the streets of our neighborhood waving a broom and being somewhat insane. She’s a harmless insane, and apparently lives somewhere on our street, so no one really gives her much notice. I did once see her having a crazy moment with the neighbors across the street. I never did find out exactly what happened, but it appeared she was upset with a fallen branch. Anyway, she rang my doorbell, and I surely did not answer the door.

I watched as she walked down the driveway, which was when I noticed our ghetto mailbox had fallen over (again). She reached down to the mailbox and put whatever it was she was carrying into it. My first thought was “now what” … you know, a crazy person just put something into my mailbox. After I saw she was well down the road and out of sight, I went out, righted by poor broken-down mailbox, and opened the door. I found my mail and that was all. I guess she saw that my mailbox was over and for some strange, crazy-person reason, thought she’d bring the mail to my door. As though I wouldn’t at some point go out and see my mailbox was knocked over again, like maybe when I went to check my mail. There’s really just no fathoming the minds of the insane. :D

Still glad I didn’t open the door. It’s bad enough I have to live beside some slightly insane people … no need to interact with someone I know to be quite batty.

And that’s about the only thing that has happened around here today, so I guess I should be glad for the touch of excitement it brought. It’s another beautiful sunny day outside, but unfortunately, I feel like I am coming down with another cold. Sneezing, wheezing, and that general achy feeling again. It’s my own damn fault. I forgot to scrub down in a surgical prep manner after the trip to Home Depot, and I was, as always touching everything. I think I need to get some of those pre-packaged alcohol pads so I can disinfect myself immediately after leaving a public store. I’m not really much of a germophobe, but since that cold snap we had, people have been sneezing and coughing everywhere, and my immune system has been crappy since last year no matter what I do. Always better safe than sorry. Just wish I had washed my face and hands as soon as I got home Sunday. Too late now. Damage is done. I’m probably going to get my butt kicked by yet another cold. Yuck.