The plumber still hasn’t called me back.
My car’s real check engine light came on this evening. And my car smelled like wet paint all the way home. So, that’s probably not good.
And I have a million meetings this week.
And I need to get over to the Metro Archives but time and car are conspiring against me.
And the stressful thing that threatens to consume my whole winter is actually forcing me to respond to things more quickly than I had anticipated.
I have feelings. Many stressful feelings.