I don't have that many "good" days. I'm lucky to have decent, OK days. I don't like talking about them, especially while the day is still occurring. They make me anxious. I can't remember a day in the last year that was going alright that there was an almost immediate case of fuckery. Not something me or my roomie caused, but something beyond our control that was screwed with us; car issues, power outages, internet issues, seriously bad weather...
Yesterday was being an OK day until around 6 then the water pressure all but died. Some fiber workers broke another water line again. The water was luckily restored in a few hours, but it's taken a lot longer than before. Then all the lines have to cleared of yick, off-colored water, including the ice maker. Was it a big thing, no it didn't turn out to be this time. Was it something we did or caused? No, it was not. Still, it caused stress, anxiety & trashed what had been an alright day.
Bad days are bad days. But it's gotten to the point where I'm almost afraid of having good days. Too much is just waiting to happen.
Take care.
Cya...
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