I am not a nice person. I'm anti-social on the best of days. That's probably the main reason why I don't have many friends in real life. Or in any life, actually.
So you can only imagine what a miserable human being (though even that's debatable, according to some) I am when the days are not good. And the days haven't been good for some time now.
It's been a week since Mister's father passed away. We're dealing with it. Mister suddenly found himself in charge of his father's small business. I am holding down the fort at home - a task I am neither suited for nor used to. But we're managing.
Next month (that means on Monday! yay!) I'm starting a new job, our house is half built, our cats are healthy and fighting with each other as always. Gasoline is now readily available again. The same cannot be said about dairy products, though. Mister misses his milk and I long for yogurt. We gave up on lettuce, cabbage and other leafy vegetables. We started buying bottled water for the cats. Other than that, it's business as usual.
I've always been a terrible blogger and an even worse commenter. These days I don't feel like reading at all. Anything. All my energy is focused on getting up in the morning and keeping my nasal passages clear long enough to make it through the day. Yes, it's that time of the year. Hay fever. Though this year it might be radiation sickness. I don't know. And frankly, I don't care.