Caterwauling

As soon as this Sunday, I’m getting rid of the Evil Landlady Coalition and the apartment whose doors are now suddenly nailed shut and my beautiful balcony is no longer accessible. (Sigh.)

So, soon that will be two problems down.

And there’s a growing possibility that my greatest antagonists will evaporate.

Five problems down.

And without said antagonists, that opens up the potential to eliminate another problem I haven’t been able to fix.

Six problems down.

What if, by June 23 — just 90 days from today — I could have a completely wiped-clean slate?

Fuck yeah.

I don’t know how people can get through life having NO FUCKING CONCEPT of subject-verb agreement. I mean, what is the point of your existence if you can’t communicate in it?

But keeping with my positive outlook, I went to take a walk today and — immediately upon exiting my office — ran into an old friend. Who was going to try a new place for lunch that I hadn’t heard of.

I accompanied him on the long walk and had a wonderful time. And a pretty good lunch.

I tried very hard today. That’s all I can say. And I think the right people have a better idea of just how hard that can be, more often than not.