Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time!  I actually can’t believe I made it this far without feeling superior to every other human being on the planet.  And just for the record, it was not my intention to become the BEST ENVIRONMENTALIST IN THE WORLD; it just happened.  You see, my plan was to sulk inside my apartment all weekend while the rest of America ate hot dogs and waved sparklers or some other kind of dangerous nonsense.  Perhaps I was coddled by my parents,but if I can’t have a holiday EXACTLY THE WAY I WANT IT, I don’t want it at all. So since being a Freegan prevented me from eating meat, I decided to sit in the dark and stare at my husband for three whole days. I didn’t have to choose this course of action.  As a matter of fact, there are a millions things I could have done. I could have worked in my garden or gone for a walk.  I could have sharpened my urban foraging skills or even read a good book.  But no, my extreme disappointment seemed to demand not only that I stay inside for the weeked; but also that my husband be miserable too.  He tried in vain to get me out of the house--even going so far as to demand I leave--but I held fast.  Why go anywhere when home is where the heart is?  I could have gladly spent the entire weekend wandering from room to room in my bathrobe; but the husband was worried about my sanity so I decided to look busy.  First, I backed up my computer (twice!), then I cleaned up my iTunes library and then I went through my files.  Now, under normal non-Freegan circumstances, I would never have spend a Saturday doing that kind of stuff; but I had taken a position and didn’t want to turn back.  By dusk, I was patting myself on the back and admiring the spotless surface of my desktop.  At about 1:00 am on Sunday morning, I had a permanent self-satisfied smile on my face.  By Sunday at noon, I was completely insufferable and unable to complete a single sentence with adding the phrase; “which is how it should be.”  Within three days of my own company, I was so thoroughly sick of myself, I would have hit myself if I wasn’t also so damned pleased with myself.  (Yeah, I know, I didn’t cure cancer but I did organize my bookshelf by color and did I tell you that I backed up my computer?  Do you have duplicates in your iTune library?  I don’t …which is actually how it should be.)