The Perpetrator: Days Forty-Five - Forty-Seven

Oh! Dried egg and flax seed on unwashed breakfast dishes. This annoyed me and I'd hoped today's meditation today would wring that twisty angry feeling out of my insides.  But the act of meditation is not one that takes kindly to commands.  Not to mention that the perpetrator of the icky dishes decided to work at home today and was talking on the phone to a client (loudly) the entire time I was trying to meditate.  What would the Dalai Lama do in a case like this?  Oh yeah, the DL isn't married.