Not mine (this time), my mother’s. A talk with my distraught mother today as she chronicled the problems she is having with the plumbing in her house. “The end of this year, especially the last two months, has been horrible.” She said. Preaching to the choir mom, preaching to the choir.
In a ironic twist, even as an unemployed person I am financially better off than she, so I might be helping to pay to fix her plumbing before I pay to fix my own. I only hope that karma pays me back for this, since it’s doubtful that my mother will most likely not be able to do so.
Fuck you, 2016!
Be safe. Be as happy as you can. Hopefully we’ll all be able to see each other in 2017.