Man, this month is turning out to be a real doozy. Things started out fine, if not for my pocketbook. Lots of birthdays are bunched up in June, plus Father’s Day, but we got all the gifts and shipped them out in time. I was breathing a sigh of relief when things seem to go nutty.

Just about everything is wonking out. Grandpa dying. Last minute fights. Servers at work melting down. My desk fan breaks. Mike’s house gets zapped and blows half the breaker box. Neighbors kitten has to have emergency surgery. Clients who haven’t called me in months now have questions. And now the greyhound that Evelyn walks (and now me, while she’s out of town) has diarrhea. Nothing says “gag response” like cleaning up liquid dog poop from a carpet. And I’m allergic to dogs, did I mention that? Ha.

Things are no more fun on Evelyn’s front, with the endless coordination of things as they get ready for the burial. The wake was nice, and Evelyn and her young cousin Kelvin put together a really cool memory board of photos and drawings. Of course, some of the extended family is acting like usual, being cheap and stingy, so new cameras have been bought and flowers paid for. Bye-bye, money, I hardly knew ya. I’m gonna be pissed if the second quarter economic numbers don’t look better; just our immediate family and friends alone should help it along!

On the bright side, I have my health, thanks to $700 of medications. I spend more per day on medicine than I do food. Explain that to me. Ah, well. At least I’m healthier now. I avoid corporate life as much as possible, do my exercise, don’t smoke, and gave up drinking altogether. So, now I’m down to two vices: coffee (pots of it) and women. That’s not too bad, right?