I am by nature a rule-follower. Whether it's my guilt-ridden Catholic Midwestern upbringing, or the fact that I'm the oldest child, or just a glitch in the matrix. Watching people get away with stuff, even if it doesn't effect me, makes my stress hormones surge. And life rarely ever provides a comeuppance that I witness.
So this morning, when I saw someone effectively park me in with their big red kayak (mine is the white one directly above), my cortisol starting pumping. Even when I pulled the kayak away, it was tied to the rack with long cables that were in my way. Their chosen spot is NOT a parking spot. I don't know whether it's there due to thoughtlessness, cluelessness or just plain Me-First-Ness, but I'm annoyed. Karma seldom works this way, but I hope they find a snake in there.
Today was one of those tide against wind mornings, with sloppy water. And of course it meant that whichever direction I chose, I was always against something. Made it to Little Aberdeen Creek, but I'm cranky this morning.