This crappy month continues. Car won't start. Computer won't start. Last minute picky tax details. Pretty rotten sales.
I have nightmares. Last night's nightmare was an end of the world one. We finally found some other surivivors, who are better off than we are but still welcoming, and we're having a celebration in an old house and a fire starts and everyone but me dies.
I woke up with heart pounding, and had a weird insight. End of the world stories are really about your own death. Every death is an end of the world.
Oh, and I have a nasty hangnail.
Told you not to read.
Anyway, in the grand scheme of things, these are more annoyances than problems. But what's a blog if not a place to vent?