The other day, I arrived home to learn that the Internet had gone out. Literally gone out, as our router was suddenly kaput for no reason other than it decided I’m not allowed to have nice things anymore. In addition to the Internet problem, one of the spring balances in our front window had similar feelings about what I should and should not have and simply fell out of the window, causing it to crash down and smash my middle finger.
THEN sometime during the night while the window was propped up with a rod/stick thing, The Cat somehow ripped a hole in the screen and
escaped plopped out, not to be found until Graham came home from work and wondered if a new neighborhood cat had decided to hang out on our porch.
Our new Internet device arrived today and the maintenance guy should text me sometime this century to tell me when he can get a new spring balance and fix our window and screen, but add this stuff to the usual bullshit with work, life, and the neverending fatigue that I’ve come to realize is called being a fucking adult and I just…I just: