Every time you turn around, here’s some new shenanigan or headache to contend with. It’s getting old…very old…
This morning, in comes an email from a co-religionist down at the church. She and I used to work the front desk in the office, among other things. Soo…I go to answer this message and find it’s FAKE. It’s a spamming, scamming message sent under her name and email address.
Jeez. Don’t you know the mere act of opening that message has now invited that scammer to exploit and hassle me.
Goodie! I can hardly wait.
Just one more thing to pile atop the Handcart to Hell.
- My son is ill and pretty much on the outs.
- I ain’t what you’d call “well,” either.
- The pool appears to need some (expensive!) work
- The park is infested with coyotes, so I can’t take Ruby the Corgi over there safely. That park is her favorite doggy-walk venue.
- The peripheral neuropathy I’ve been enjoying, as it develops, can be a sign of a very serious ailment.
- And on…and on…and on…
Part of the trouble here is that I’m now sick enough myself that I can’t handle all the stupid little ditz of daily life. And as you my recognize, most of this stuff is the ditz of daily life. One fukkin’ thing after another!
Garbage of that ilk, of course, flows in a steady stream. There’s never any end to it.
But gosh! I’m tired of it!!