There is, literally, always some damn thing, isn’t there?
If there is not some drama in one’s personal life, there will be something at the office; if it is not that the underwire in one’s favorite bra has snapped it is that that one pair of jeans has at last worn through from long use.
It will be the furnace going out, or the oven element giving up the ghost, or the refrigerator leaking. Or it will be a leak in the bathroom. Or it will be an incursion of carpenter ants.
Or a dying plant in the garden. Or raccoons getting into the garbage cans.
Or a collapsed piece of furniture. Or a missed deadline.
Or a laptop that will not turn on.
Or a blog post that dies in the editor, without a single instant of warning.
Some damn thing.
I suppose you can tell things have gotten really stressful when there stops being space between the little catastrophes of living.
Some of these things are happening now, and some have happened to me before, and some of them have never happened but always seem to be just within range of happening.
And some of them I haven’t thought of yet, but are probably coming anyway.
It’s Friday. These thoughts are too grim for a Friday.