It’s not metaphorically pouring, but a steady cold drizzle.
Last week it was the shower:
Simultaneously plugged and dripping in my drought-ridden state. Yesterday the lightbulb in the ceiling fan died. My fish (red wag platy) has Ich, a highly contagious fish disease that could kill off my entire tank.
I caught the flu on NYE, and another possible version of it last week, or the cold at least wears me out and I’m easily chilled.
There’s also my sister’s wedding, and those are already dysfunctional events. Arguments about vendors, “traditions”, money. Money, we meet again. I thought you’d stop badgering me after the raise. No, Money came slipping by and settled in my lap showing me all the fancy things and trips well-to-do yuppies do without a second thought. They don’t study their mint.com accounts. They don’t work for 20+ hours to earn the quantity needed for airfare and hotel. Money whispered many things, all my failings: poor choice in degrees, work locations, etc.
I hope people start thinking about what’s best for all people in the wedding party to participate and feel included rather than a drag-along. A budget is not how much can be blown, but how much the lowest income-earner can afford to contribute. Work from there. That’s a budget. That’s appropriate, considerate and sensitive.