My birthday month always comes with its own stresses. There is the complicated dance of making holiday plans with my family. There are worries about whether I'll be fit for company. There is just the strangeness of knowing that I'll be turning a year older and the pain of knowing how little that matters.
To add to that, today one of our pipes busted. We're having to deal with it until Monday when HOPEFULLY the plumbing people will get here to fix it. It's going to be very expensive.
I didn't need this. I'm in enough of a crisis about this month and its activities as it is. I didn't need more stress on top of that.
But here we are.
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