I'm fighting the serious blahs these days. My job has become almost unbearable at times, filled with a plethora of chores I abhor (most of which could be completed by a trained monkey), and home is about as bad, with my live-in senior adult having a lumbar fracture and needing more help than usual. I feel as if someone has their hand out to me 24/7, wanting something and wanting it now--and while I'm at it why don't I do x, y and z too. And when am I going to get ABC done?
So life really sucks right now.
No wonder my evil twin Bingy is fighting to get out.