On the lighter side, I did make my neighbors take their stolen shopping cart out of my yard where they deposited it, and put it in their yard. Then Molly skittered out and I had to chase her around in my pink camo socks. I had just been doing some ballet exercises with ankle weights on, which occurred to me probably looked to my neighbors like ankle bracelets of the correctional sort. I can just see that dinner table conversation: "They got TWO bracelets on her, man! Dude down the street say she crazy, too, been in the war and all. What'd she do to get TWO bracelets?"
She's funny, informed, angry, and a vet. Someone call the fucking New York Times, please.