I Feel Old. And Useless

I went to turn on my shower last night and the handle popped off. Just popped the fuck off. I mean, that sucker is not going back on and it needs to be replaced.
I think.
Why is life such a constant race to simply catch up to the status quo? I don't get it.

Anyway, Mr. Moon is going to have to deal with that. The shower handle. Poor Mr. Moon. He has to deal with so much.
"I'll take care of it," he says.
And he does.

Here's a picture he sent me yesterday.

He'll take care of that grouper too. He'll clean and filet it and I'll cook it.
This works out well.
Isn't he cute?
Yes. Yes he is.

Okay. I better get busy. I wish I had something witty and/or profound to say. I do not. I have a feeling that I should go kick some bamboo or we're going to be living in a forest of it. Yet another example of the necessity of dealing with something before chaos ensues. I am feeling incredibly overwhelmed today and it's barely nine o'clock. I tried to remind myself earlier that I am not responsible for everything on earth but there are, in fact, things I AM responsible for and I'm feeling extremely inadequate even in that tiny area.

Good thing I'm not the president of the United States. We would be well and truly fucked, seeing as how I feel I've accomplished a great deal when I wash the tablecloth from the table on the back porch. Seeing as how a broken shower handle makes me feel as if I am living the life of Miss Havisham, my wedding veil rotting around my shoulders, my house falling down at my feet, my very face crumpling into powdered wrinkles, the lines a map of a lifetime of unplanned travels of both joy and despair.