In comparison to so many, I have very little - job-wise - to complain about. I have a job and I'm being paid (thanks to direct deposit). I'm getting things done and a fair amount of that is appreciated. I come in to an empty office, so I can fool around on the interwebs as I wish, use the office elliptical machine as I wish (which isn't all that often) and so on.

BUT

I'm scheduled to move into a new apartment. I have it as of May 1 ... but I'm having problems lining up a moving company before June. I'm digging out the stuff that's accumulated in the 34 years I've lived in the same apartment, and every time I turn around I find more stuff. I'd had clothing and books picked up by non-profits, but they're not accepting any donations, so I have things - good, usable things - that I can't get rid of. And my arthritis is acting up - my right shoulder has become very painful, to the extent that I'm having problems sleeping because every time I move, I get a sharp pain. I'm not allowed any painkillers that actually work, according to the doctor, and I can't go to the doctor because of the damn virus.

I guess it'll work out, but there are times when ... well, look upon my crap ye weary and despair ....

(Side note: one of the things I constantly have to remind myself when writing in English: news, sky, and water are singular, not plural. I have to remind myself that almost everytime).

Shir, are sky and water plural in Hebrew? In English we can say "the skies" and "the waters" but the meaning is a little different. Language is fascinating.

Now, *I* have literally nothing to complain about, and yet? Sometimes I have stuff to complain about!

This, yes, this is how it is. Let us all complain as one

Theo, that's really good news. And Jesse, that's really awful news.

I went for a walk! A short one, but longer than I've done for quite a while. I wanted to mail my state tax return and I missed the postal person by two minutes, so I decided to walk down the hill into the apartment complex and drop it in the mailbox there. I saw two older men at the workshop building something and chatting, making no attempt at distance; just as glad they ignored me. Also discovered there's a Little Free Library by the office now, full of children's books, sponsored by the local elementary school, so that's really nice. I probably have some YA books I can drop off there. Then I picked up a couple pieces of litter on my way back and threw them in my bin. Dang litterbugs. Some people just don't care about anything. I bet they have way less stress than I do.

And I was expecting my ankle to hurt after walking but it doesn't, not too much. I'll be glad when I can see my physical therapist again.

Woo Theo's workplace! That is great news!

Everyone can be complaining! Things are variously shitty for everyone!

Just want to repeat this because it is important to remember. Everything being bad for other people does not make it easier for you!

Glad your ankle doesn't hurt much, Zen!

Moving right now sounds really difficult, Theo. I wish you luck with it. I feel like ideally you should not have to pay rent either place until a moving company can be sorted out, at the least. Or no rent either place during this whole thing, get moved at your leisure.

Happy birthday, ND!!!

Happy Birthday, Drew!

I found going to the grocery store yesterday so stressful that this mornign I signed up for Imperfect Produce. of course, now they say they will have no deliveries for me until sometime next month... Still, it seems reasonably priced given that I'm not going out for any meals, basically.

Although last night dinner was half a bag of potato chips and some trail mix, and half a bottle of rose in my friend's back patio. Yay healthy.

I posted around this issue on FB, but I am looking at adopting my last foster, Miley. She is in Texas. The foster family she is with now are people, but they have 3 other dogs and are not in great health, She has had several issues since being there - allergies, not eating, eyedrops, now a skin thing and going to the bathroom inside. I do not think they have the time and attention to give her what she needs. Her medical things may be unrelated, but I have a gut feeling that they are connected.

So now I am looking at flying to to get her and buying an extra seat for her to return as I think she is too big to go under the seat in a carrier.

Aw, Miley.

Oh, no, Brian Dennehy died. I always liked him.

Although last night dinner was half a bag of potato chips and some trail mix, and half a bottle of rose in my friend's back patio. Yay healthy.

That is so many food groups! I say you're good.

I'm accidentally getting a meal kit box thingy tomorrow, and I'm just glad I know about it now since I'm going food shopping later. It's not what I would have picked but I've decided that's kind of good, because at least it's different than what I would make myself.

Happy birthday, Drew!