Needing a Better Day (or Thank God for Roses)

The kitchen sink has been clogged since Sunday.  Blah-blah to getting home from work after 11 pm to a night that went into the wee hours and then carried over into early Monday spent plunging, liquid Roto-Rooter blah, Drano blah-blah, a bottle of something else, blah-blah baking soda and vinegar trick, boiling water, salt, more boiling water, blah-blah, dish liquid and more boiling water, blah.  Snake #1 didn't work.  Snake #2 didn't work.  'Easily $40 wasted at this point, and so my day off Monday became more of the same and then cleaning the apartment to get ready for the building manager to come over--for the first time ever, so what a lovely first experience in our home.  And the wall I painted 1/3 black (BLACK!) and ended up not liking (not enough natural light for it, a story for another day) but haven't painted it over yet is--well, it just "is," and how wonderful that he got to see it in all its 1/3-painted (and-with-pink-roses-Wallies-pasted-on-too)!  Gah!  He worked on the sink a couple hours yesterday and got nowhere.  A plumber would be here "tonight or tomorrow."  Backing up:  I gave up on my day Sunday at 1 pm and let myself just sleep to escape.  I awoke at 4 pm Sunday to the news that Stuffed had fallen off his perch in his sleep "but seems okay" and did I know that while carrying containers of the stinky-not-draining-chemical-filled-water back to the bathroom sink to dump it into the sink there (since I was sick of the smell) that some of it had dripped and I had left a trail of bleached-out spots on the carpet leading through the kitchen, living room, and hallway?  (Well, I knew then!)  And it has been 80° inside the apartment even with our window air-conditioning unit going.  I'm not a heat person.  'Am mildly nauseous in it.  But windows open for fresh air while the sink is full of chemicals, especially for Stuffed, was my thinking Sunday and early Monday.  Gah!  'Decided Monday that obviously, we would still have our planned holiday meal, but what I cooked that I had loved so much New Year's Eve didn't taste at all the same to me Monday, and it involved both frying and baking in the ridiculous heat and humidity--and for nothing.  ('Not "for nothing":  Mike liked it, but this is a story of my trials and tribulations, so let's focus on me.)  ;)  'Decided later that what I really felt like was the rest of my endive with a simple oil and vinegar dressing, salt and pepper on top--yes, a lovely bowl of greens--but who was the dolt who used up all the vinegar on her read-about-online "no-fail" clogged sink remedy?!  So no endive.  And the store was closed, of course.  Dishes being washed in the bathroom sink.  Husband cutting himself doing the dishes.  21-year-old Stuffed peed on the living room floor yesterday for the first time ever.  'Such a worry anymore.  Will this ever end.   And in the midst of all this, to know that it's not only Memorial Day, but also Memorial Day during a pandemic and that that should be enough to keep it all in perspective for me and I should be grateful and happy for all that is safe, healthy, and good--and I *am* grateful and happy for all that is safe, healthy, and good--but it's still been a rotten few days, but that mental wrestling match keeps happening in my head anyway.  Bleh.  'Still waiting for the plumber, and I'm leaving for work soon.  Work is its own story, and it's one I won't tell, but as we all know or can imagine, days--now months--of masks and goggles are wearying.  I bought myself a big bouquet of coral roses yesterday before work, though, and that is a good thing.  This saga being what it is, though, I will also report that I didn't budget correctly and forgot that the bank was about to debit the electric bill money, so I now have $5-something in checking until I'm paid and another bill about to be debited from money-that's-not-there.  But. . .roses!  The ones out front are blooming too.  :)