(1) It started when...

...we were going to a wine festival, everyone. Leaving the car, looking around, rallying the troops, something really annoyed me. Looked like my annoyance was somewhat shared, perhaps somewhat common, but not sure. That little lightbulb started warming my forehead, competing with the opening of exit lanes for brain cells to be driven out shortly. Good wine, lots of whine, the bulb blinks bright on - need to think through this later.