So the universe apparently doesn’t want me to have clean clothes. The washing machine at the farm broke down on me last Saturday, as you may recall. Yesterday I went to do some laundry in the machines in the house I’m living in in town. And, lo and behold, the washing machine here wouldn’t run at all.
So, I had some soup, and decided to call it a day early again, in hopes I could wake up this morning returned to my pre-cold vim and vigor. Or at least be regularly worn out and not sick and worn out.
But the room mate who likes to have guests stay in the extra basement room decided again to have company last night without giving me any notice. I won’t go into the details, but it interrupted my night and when I did finally fall back to sleep, I slept fitfully dreaming of people barging in on me in all sorts of ways and situations until my alarm went off.
So I am quite glad it’s Friday for Friday’s sake, as I have the weekend off and I can try to rest some more and catch up on the ever present mountain of homework.
But, if we are trying very hard to find silver linings, I can also be glad that today I finished the two boxes of nasty breakfast cereal I bought on sale and have been choking down every morning for the last couple weeks.
See, I don’t always have to complain. I can find things to be happy about even with a headache, disrespectful roommates, and being broke.
Happy Friday to you, in what ever ways it turns out to be special.