Jesse, now I'm wondering if you are wearing a yellow and orange paisley top with brown check pants. I apologize bor being the opposite of helpful and encouraging.

I wish! No, I'm just wearing a sweater that doesn't fit that well over skirt for a different season and then tights that tend to bag around the ankle. I mean, it could definitely be worse, I'm just dissatisfied.

Timelies all!

I'm sorry for the awful day, Matt.

I hope your day is going better, Sheryl.

Oof. Heading home after a long day on my feet, ankle throbbing, and I get a text from my landlord that the boiler malfunctioned causing all the radiators to overflow. I may have floors in four rooms to clean up when I get home.

I have to actually call the dang IRS tomorrow. The check I wrote for my quarterly estimated taxes hasn't cleared, and I sent it 3 weeks ago. Now, the IRS might be swamped, but my estimated payments have always cleared pretty quickly. I googled for what to do, and it said if it's been 2 weeks or longer, call the IRS to see if it's cleared. I might have to stop payment on the check and re-send the payment, dang it.

Laura, our local politics are a shitshow. We're like a month in since the reveal of this particular shitshow (looks like...self dealing? Corruption? Money laundering?) but she's been a disaster from the get-go.

Um, these do not sound like the best days, people!

My day was fully redeemed with trombone practice.

I'm sorry for all the bad days. It helps any, I said to a woman caller tonight (who until then had just seemed irritated and sort of abrupt) that I was sorry to hear her husband had passed, and she said, "You don't give a shit, you bitch! Now have that asshole Robert (the funeral director) call me because I am PISSED OFF."

So ... that happened.

Yikes! Sorry that happened, Amy.

My day was fully redeemed with trombone practice.

{fist pump}

"You don't give a shit, you bitch!"

I second that "Yikes!" On the one hand, people go squirrelly in grief. OTOH, I know that you do give a shit, and that was mean.