So,  things have been going wrong at an alarming rate, see our moldly apartment below Thanks to a burst pipe:


But,  it’s not really bugging me.  I forget who it was,  but some poet was interviewed on npr and I caught part of it,  and what she said stuck with me,  every bad thing in life is an opportunity,  except losing people.  So this apartment issue,  it’s an opportunity to rethink how we are using our apartment space.  Working crazy hours is an opportunity to impress my bosses and get ahead, or maybe an opportunity to rethink where I’m going.

Despite all the stupid stuff,  the only really sad thing in my life is my mother. Every thing else seems so small.