Friday is recycling day in my neighborhood. I've been parking in the driveway all week, because my garage space has been overtaken with boxes. This morning, in the bitter cold, I spent 10 minutes dragging them all to the curb. The recycling man came, left a note saying he couldn't take them because the boxes weren't flattened (most of them were) and left the giant pile behind. I then spent the next 10 minutes angrily bringing them back into my garage, mentally preparing myself for another week parked in the driveway.
That is the worst thing that has happened to me in the past month. My life is wondrously joyful.