Ok, here's the whining:
It bugs me when you finally do one thing from your list, an extra thing that's not the cooking or the dishes or the laundry or the bill paying or the actual job that keeps us in kibbles and high-speed internet. Maybe, for example, you order wetland boots from the internet, for example, and that seems reasonable because you're a wetland biologist and have been wearing leaky boots for a year, boots that you've repaired a few times but they keep leaking, probably because of the bunion. And yes, we do call the bunion Paul. Paul is hard on the boots.
Anyway, you order the boots and they're the exact same brand and size, but they arrive and they're tiny. And Paul looks at them and laughs, HAR HAR HAR no way are we going to fit into that boot.
So the chore that you checked off now becomes three more chores: figure out how to return, return, verify that they got there and the charge was reversed, order again. And it's like that all over the place. You sweep and then drop crumbs. You call to cancel the land line and it takes an hour on hold and then they won't let you cancel. And on and on until the days, the long rainy days are filled up with this stuff. And that's why we wear leaky boots and pay $90 a month for a land line so that the spam calls can interrupt my naps.
And here's the good thing.
Spring is coming. Indian plum is flowering down in the valley; not up here yet but soon. Crocuses are popping up. I know, spring, such a cliched thing. But truly. It is a pretty good thing, when the earth spins and tilts and things get a little bit warmer and little bit flowery and full of babies.