Today has certainly been a day.
First up: therapy. all seems well.
Then I went home and found that the air conditioner was broken, and it was 90 degrees in the dear little back house. The rats were lying there panting out their little ratty lives, and it was a panicky inferno.
Walked to the end of the block...considered buying a bottle. Walked back and worked in the front house.
Then...I discovered that my external hard drive, with all of my information, since I recently switched computers, was broken. All my pictures, all my music, the novel drafts, the bits and pieces for the new one...gone.
At this point vodka seemed inevitable, and it was.
Now it's three in the morning and I'm watching the occasional cockroach, the moths and the ants, by golly, there is so much nature here. Those cockroaches are incredibly fast. The rats, luckily, survived the heat wave.
I am considering the possibility that my monitor and/or waffle maker brought the cockroaches from my old apartment. I'm about to spray a circle of Raid around myself and keep typing.
Anyhow, on the good news end of things, Jet Set Desolate is now available on Amazon. I'm tremendously happy about that. The new Lamictal seems to be helping with my depression, and has an intense sedating effect that is rather convenient. I have trouble sleeping.
Now to the endless to do list.