The business

Have discovered that somebody may be in breach of contract. Have discovered that somebody may have fraudulently signed a contract, breaching the contract before it existed. Have discovered somebody may have sold a bridge that didn't exist. Have discovered somebody may have sold the same house twice. Have discovered a possible breach.

All the air leaks out. No: all the air leaks in.

Outrage level significantly above William H. Macy in State and Main.
Outrage level approaching Network "you have meddled with the primary forces."
Outrage level tangentially related to trailer for confusing microbudget Nigerian film Breach of Contract.

Small potatoes perhaps but I am willing to burn down the entire world. One hopes this is a misunderstanding.

In tree. Claws out.

ETA: It is a misunderstanding! All is well.

October, awwww yesssss

I asked Mom to pick up "monster cerial, any sort" on her grocery store trip, because Acevedo and I have a friendship pact that in October we each eat at least one box of seasonal cerial in tribute to our friendship pact. (This club, she is open enrollment, if you are monster cerial inclined.) Apparently, perhaps because it is the last day of September and perhaps because our grocery store is appallingly badly stocked despite having endless shelves, none of the classic monster cerials were available - Boo Berry, Count Chocula, etc.

What we have instead is some newfangled Halloween-inflected Cap'n Crunch, some pieces of which are orange ghosts (I know from the box graphic, because they don't look like ghosts) which when you pour milk on them turn green as though they are molding and then dye the milk green.

It is pretty awful, so Ciro and I have of course eaten a lot of it already. It has only been in the house for 30 minutes.