Let's see: October -- get served with papers advising that house I'm renting is going into foreclosure. This means no getting back deposits. Find a new place that reeks of dirty dog to the point of nausea. Borrow money from a client to put the deposits on the dawg house. Look for anything else. No luck. November -- they get rid of most of dog smell. It's okay so long as you don't sit in one particular chair. Of course, it's the comfortable one. Lost two clients -- one because they moved down here permanently. The other because they decided they didn't need anyone to weed. (They don't now, but wait til summer comes. hehe) December -- get call that house has been bought by another bank (????). Means get my stuff out NOW!!! My daughter informs me that her roomie lost his job. Partially because one manager is out to get him, partially because he has to be the laziest human alive. He'll do stuff if he has to but in slo mo. This means she needs to pay the rent by herself and she really isn't making enough to do that. Went to client's to feed cats. Car dies on the way home. Won't start for love nor money. Get it towed to repair shop. Hoping it is something small. Well, the part is small but the cost isn't (timing belt). $567 plus labor. Lovely. I don't have the money. I don't know where I'm going to get the money. I have to be out of the old house by next Thursday. A golf cart just is not going to move that much stuff in that period of time. Can't wait to see what else can possibly go wrong before this year ends. Right now I'd tear my hair out but there's not enough to get a grip on (really, really bad haircut in November -- forgot that). Okay, I think I'm done whining. Not sure. Give me time and I'm sure I'll think of something else.