I can feel it coming in the air tonight…and I felt it last night too. Everywhere I go much crankiness ensues. Or continues, as the case may be. Personally I’m not that crabby. Especially as there’s a new episode of Angel airing this evening. But far too many folks I know are suffering from unusually long-lasting headaches. That includes myself, unfortunately. Could be the weather. And the impending bus strike. Speaking of which…my last ride home was punctuated by some excitement at the generally sleepy bus stop. An elderly gentleman, who was too intoxicated to stand, was temporarily aided by some bystanders…but later dragged off to Detox by some of St. Paul’s finest. Who looked more like they’re fresh out of high school rather than the police academy. I whipped out my cell phone to relay this to my father, who is the most senior officer on the force (he’s served for nearly twice as long as these boys in blue have been alive). He commented “welcome to my world, honey” before going back to eating his dinner.