Hoo boy! She’s been extra hateful and mean to me for the past few days, and the latest ammunition I’ve given her is not fixing the screen door (and/or screwing it up) to her liking. My chronic pains and the medicinally induced GERD (dizziness, extra pains, ringing in my ear) have not been helping, so what happens? She snaps at me about fixing the door, and so I do (which, yielding to her abuse doesn’t exactly make anything better, 🙄 ), and I just found out a moment ago I screwed it up again. The damn main door handle will latch onto the screen door handle. I really really did not feel like working on it today, and I shouldn’t have, pppp! Welp, I can expect to hear her scream in the morning when she leaves.

Again, if anyone has a business somewhere one or two states away from Kansas and is looking for a broken man (physically and mentally), I’m your guy, 🤣 🤣 🤣 Oh hell! Am glad that I fixed a lot of my stress a few years ago, else I’d be a complete wreck right now, yeesh!