A month or so ago when we thought we were headed back to Binghamton, I got little souvenirs for some people we thought we'd be seeing soon and along the way. And they're all still in the car, pissing me off. Grr. It is going to be my life's mission to deliver those things. Most are not exactly shippable. And I just realized, oh dear, there was one chocolatey thing that has probably melted into a block of mess. Did I say grr?