At least I don’t see this when I look out my window…
This is shaping up to be a rather bad day.
My wife has been bitten up and down all over by we-don’t-know-what. I haven’t, which makes it all the more mysterious.
It’s raining torrents.
Aunt Joan’s finances have again suddenly turned into Hellzapoppin, necessitating, this morning, a special trip to the nursing home for me, to deliver more paperwork. This is truly the monster that will not die. Every time we think the job is finished, they come up with more demands for more information, more swishing the money around–there’s hardly any left of it!–from one bank to another.
And on the way back, it was raining so hard, half the roads were blocked and I had to find a tricky route home.
We haven’t even been to the store yet for our weekend groceries.
Oh! And I got some hate mail this morning, too! You’d think hating me would be a waste of anybody’s time, but apparently this jidrool has time to burn. He hates God, too. He uses exceedingly intemperate language, and asserts that sodomy is some kind of proof of righteousness. He’s also an atheist, which means he expends tremendous energy hating someone whom he swears does not exist.
Please don’t anybody expect too much out of me today.