So. Let's see. I have an appointment with the dentist at ten. Well, just for a cleaning. Does this make me any less anxious?
My garden is covered in weeds. Covered. Millions of weed sprouts. Trillions. More than the number of dollars in the Federal Budget.
I seem to have an infestation of those horrible small German roaches. They just crawl in from outside.
Luna, the Feral Cat, has suddenly decided to be a pet and wants to rub all up against me. I am allergic to her.
It is overcast and nasty-looking.
My house is filthy.
I started in with the claim process for my phone last night. That involved one long-ass phone call in which I never got to speak with a human and then got kicked off and one long-ass online process in which I stalled after I printed out the shit I have to fill out and sign and then take pictures of to send via e-mail.
My husband is going hunting. Today? Tomorrow? For how long? Who knows? Not me.
These are, admittedly, first-world problems. Well, except for the roaches.
However, they are my problems, and as such, I cherish them.
Good morning, y'all.