BOFHJournal - May 2012

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17/05/2012 [17:20] Sometimes a story doesn't have to be long, or complicated or even terribly well written to make me sad and happy at the same time. This is one of those stories and it puts me very much in mind of what a plausible extra chapter about Pohl's Torraway character from "Man Plus" might have read like if the book's focus had been slightly different. I seem to oscillate between happy and sad these days. Not that I ever didn't, but when everything is much more raw it's much easier to notice when it happens. I'm sure it'll all settle down with time. Last night's outing was OK. The boys in the boat have plenty of power, they just don't always put it down together, or in the right place or even at all sometimes. Still, I'm probably not doing my job brilliantly either given I haven't been in a boat for an outing since well before Christmas. We're all out again tonight and then I'm in with them and another crew on Saturday morning (double outing-tastic). After that it's the following Wednesday and then we're off to Peterborough Regatta for my first racing in I don't know how long. For a planned "no spend day", having to shell out £30 for the dentist (all is well), £50 for a British Rowing license renewal and eventually £32 in racing fees has been a bit of a pain. Still, I think I've marshalled my money in such a way that I think I should be able to get by until next week's payday. My parents arrive tomorrow lunch time and then are here until Monday morning. They'll be helping me make the house feel a bit more mine (although I'm not entirely sure how), perhaps doing some weeding, bringing back the things I lugged up there on the train just about the time I got the news that I probably wouldn't be going to St. Louis, or staying married, and hopefully helping me keep my adopted cyclomen alive despite the unhappiness it seems to be suffering because of all the moves its been through in the last few months. I'm quite sad that it's now down to two flowers (one of which is now wilting) and many of its leaves have brown spots. I hope that as things settle down and I radiate a bit more happiness myself it'll perk up too. I'd miss it if it died. Drat, and I've just discovered that I've missed out on a hiking trip along the West Highland Way in June. This is probably down to me not being terribly sociable in the last few months (partially due to thinking I was leaving the country so beginning to withdraw from social stuff here and partially down to being unsociable since things went bad) and missing out on the events where things like that get mooted. I'm really disappointed as I love Scotland and would have relished the chance to see it on foot in good company. I'll have to think of something else, but I was hoping to do something with friends.

16/05/2012 [17:25] Just another day at the coal face. Nothing to report really. I could have been out doing something awesome but I'm afraid I wasn't. I would have liked to have been somewhere amazing, but I was here, doing my job. Tonight, I row. It's not rocket science, but hey, it's something I'm good at and I enjoy it. Then I'll go home and eat dinner. I guess that's it for today.

15/05/2012 [17:20] Weird weather today. Even during my lunchtime run I experienced sun, wind, rain, sleet, hail and then back to wind and sun again. All in under 25 minutes. Since then we've had a very dry hail (no rain mixed in), torrential rain and bright sunshine with high wind. Apparently tomorrow is going to be lovely, which is good as I'm back out in a boat (an eight) then, and Thursday evening too if the weather permits. This is definitely better than just going home after work, even if I'm getting a lot of reading done then, now. I'll be glad to put a bit more shape to the evenings if I get a regular place in a crew. While I'm OK with being home alone (having had to be for much of the last relationship) I always really missed having another presence in the house that I could talk to and maybe run upstairs to interrupt for a few minutes with a joke or something I'd found interesting or just to see what was going on. Also cooking for one has always been a real drag and something I find really uninspiring. So anyway, that's that. Work today has been pretty uninspiring too, now I think about it. Mostly just housekeeping and watching the network get all confused for a while before sorting itself out. I'm off to do another experiment this evening (no electrodes this time) and then I'll head home and hope that the weather doesn't see fit to douse me with flaming frogs or sulphur or something like that. Oh, I got the water meter fitting all sorted out so that should happen in three or four weeks time, and then I won't be paying stupid amounts of money for water I'm not using. Maybe between now and then I should just leave a tap running to justify the costs. This reminds me why I got a water meter fitted in the house I bought as soon as I could. Right, while the weather's momentarily good I'm going to head off and participate in "An investigation into thinking styles and memory recall". And make a few pounds for doing so. See you tomorrow.

14/05/2012 [18:00] Definitely a fuller weekend than I've had in quite some time. At least one that didn't involve moving my life from one house to another. Friday started with a birthday pub and curry house celebration which went well. Saturday morning was parkrun at which I got a new personal best for the 5km distance of 18:46. Totally smashing my previous personal best by 21 seconds and still not feeling like I was about to die once I'd finished. This is good. And my achilles - whilest noticable - doesn't seem to be bothering me... really. Tesco after that, then home, showered, lunched and out to meet a friend in a cafe by the station. We chatted for a while and then I had to head home to have Bob come and see my too-firm mattress, which he'd agreed to buy so that I could go and get the right one. He arrived with an envelope stuffed full of money and I duly showed him the mattress and then after we'd chatted for a while cycled over to the mattress shop to repurchase the correct tension mattress. All is well and I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself for getting everything sorted out so quickly and neatly. Also, a friend gets a slightly cheaper mattress. After all of that it was time to get to the swimming pool to help set up and then run the rowing club's annual swim test and capsize drill. I ended up being in the pool for about two and a bit hours helping with the scull capsize drill and making sure people didn't drown. Annoyingly, I managed to lose a contact lens in the water about 30 seconds before I was due to get out for the last time. That was fly 1 in my Saturday ointment. I didn't go to the curry afterwards on account of having eaten out the night before, because of what Sunday was going to have happening and just being a bit low on cash this month because of all the things which are going or have gone on. It was Saturday evening at home reading Facebook that was fly 2. I was suddenly reminded that in an alternate universe I could have been somewhere amazing with wonderful company, but that I wasn't. This really set me back and has meant that I've had to make some changes to what I see on there. I went to bed in a bit of a funk. Luckily, Sunday was filled with brilliant sunshine from the moment I got up. I headed down to the train station and caught a train to London, wandered around for a bit and then met another friend in South Kensington where we had a spot of brunch before going our separate ways, them to prepare for an evening dinner party and me to the British Museum to see things. The Great Court was fabulous in the sun and after admiring it I ended up visiting the Chinese art (silk painting) exhibition and was duly impressed with the sharpness and beautiy of the work. The other stuff (paintings and the ceramics) I was pleased to remember quite a bit of what I'd been taught over the years. I had obviously picked up and retained more than I thought. Definitely not the same as having someone to explain the real intricacies and concepts but much better than just gawping at the scrolls and thinking "oooh, purty!" with a bit of drool in the corner of my mouth. I wandered the building for what must have been hours before my feet got tired and I headed back to the station and got a train home. I even stopped off at a Krispy Creme place and got doughnuts off the production line as they were being made. As the weather was so wonderful when I got back I pulled on my running shoes and went for a gentle 8.5km run, the first from my new home. That was pretty lovely and I got back, had a shower and dinner with a bit of downloaded television. It was almost like everything was normal. Maybe it actually will be soon. I was utterly shattered when my body woke up at 05:00 this morning. I ended up lying in bed until close to 07:00 before I got up. Today at work I've been into town twice doing networky things. Home at lunch time to have someone from the water board out to survey for a water meter fitting (right now I'm unmetered and I'm seriously not using a lot of water) and then back, in the rain. This afternoon I've been catching up on correspondence and working out if I bother going home before heading out this evening to meet one person in one pub and then the rowing club's social committee in another one. Hmmm, dinner should feature in there somewhere I guess.

11/05/2012 [15:55] So I now have a bed and broadband. My life is 'complete'. They both arrived before 14:00 which meant I was able to build the bed (even with all my tools bar my Leatherman in a shipping container, now I have blisters) and get the broadband sorted in time to get out and deposit a cheque at the bank before close of play. However, there wasn't really a chance to do anything else like shop for more home essentials (kitchen scales (I wonder if I'm getting the new one we bought together shipped back?), washing up bowl, etc.). The mattress is a lot firmer than I was hoping for, but the broadband is good to have up and running. I don't even have to plug in my own wireless router any more as I have a VirginMedia "SuperHub". It doesn't quite do everything I need, but it's more than adequate for my situation at the moment. I may need to get another wireless card when my main desktop computer arrives though. I'll admit that even though there was no-one to share it with, it was nice to take a day off and spend the morning reading on the sofa and getting a bit more settled in the house. I'm still not sure I like the place at all, and it is awfully sparse and bare (not that I can afford to fill the walls with anything this month) but them's the breaks when you've been upheavaled. It's Change. I will Adapt. "Adapt or die," I think is the saying? The kitchen's nice, anyway. As is the bathroom. The 'master' bedroom's space-deficient now that the bed's installed in the same way the bedroom was in my old home, but it's not like I use the room for anything else. The other bedroom... is probably just going to be where I stack all the boxes when they arrive. I don't know if I'll unpack more than one or two of them before I move into a house I own. Except for the few bits of kitchen stuff or a book or DVD I want it can all just stay packed away. Fewer memories to stir up that way too. I know leaving it all boxed up will contribute to my feeling of termporariness, but that can't be helped when I don't have the furniture to unpack everything in to. And anyway I'd only have to pack it all up again when I move on. The weekend should prove to be interesting. It starts tonight with a birthday pub/curry visit. Saturday morning I believe I'm parkrunning (then Tesco, I guess). There's a possibility I may be meeting someone for lunch, but I doubt it at this stage, so I'll go shopping for house stuff and try not to spend too much. Saturday early evening I'm helping set up the capsize drill stuff at the local pool for the boat club, doing the drill and then going for another meal with the people from that. Sunday I'm actually heading down to London for the day to meet a moderately world-famous stringed instrumentalist for lunch and then I may go to the British Museum as there're some interesting things on, including some modern Chinese ink paintings. For obvious reasons I'm sensitive to Chinese art stuff now, so as I'm going to be in town and close by the Museum I thought I'd go along and see that exhibition along with the other things on there. It won't be the same as having my own personal guide to interpret the more subtle aspects (which I may miss), but from what I can tell it'll be interesting and beautiful nonetheless. I guess in the grand scheme of things that's a pretty packed few days. Which is really, really good as if I stop right now I don't think I'd be in terribly good shape. That's probably why I've starting asking to be back in boats with the rowing club. Being busy, occupied and distracted is what I need very much at the moment. Especially in the evenings after work. See you Monday. When it starts all over again.

09/05/2012 [16:50] So I've had to book tomorrow off as vacation to ensure there'll be someone in to sign for my broadband kit. It turns out that someone has to put pen to paper to say it has been delivered. This widdled all over my leaving a nice note and a safe place to leave it yesterday. Mildly frustrating. Still, as I'm having my bed delivered tomorrow lunchtimeish too (and then I'll need to assemble the frame) and I need to go in to town to get my council tax payment account set up and pay in a cheque and get a few more bits and bobs for the house, it makes sense to take a day. I guess it's not something I could really get away with not doing when doing something as big as moving house. Then again if the broadband stuff doesn't get delivered before five (or even nine!) in the afternoon I'm going to have spent most of the day twiddling my thumbs rather than getting things done. That would be hugely frustrating and a complete waste of most of a day. Having just called the delivery company it turns out you can arrange delivery to another address (like my workplace), but not through the web site, only via the phone. I've elected not to get it delivered to work as I need to be at home for the bed anyway and maybe I can have a sleep in for the first time in about three months. Or at least try to. It turns out that since the recent big changes in my life I've settled into a normal wake up time vaguely similar to when Kris used to get out of bed and start writing. Back to normal seems to be a different normal to that which I remember from pre-2008. I imagine there have been numerous changes wrought in me by that relationship which could last a lifetime. At least I hope the good ones will. There are many aspects of myself and my life which will always be better for having had the chance to know Kris and to be with and share some of my life with her. I hope those better aspects of me which she once liked and felt were rubbing off on her she will want to retain, like my calmness. So anyway, early rising means I am getting more things done before going to work now. So that's good. Today's working day consisted of a meeting at 09:00 where I pointed at cables and corrected people a lot and then stood around while other people talked about things I didn't care about. Then I had a meeting about something a contractor will be doing for us and then it was practically lunch time. This afternoon I've been helping to debug JavaScript (don't ask), installing Perl modules and writing big emails. Oh, and last night I went to see Spamalot with some friends. That was a whole heap of fun. Especially considering we got the tickets very cheaply and had dessert afterwards in town. A very fun evening for all concerned, plus there was a chance to sing along too. Always good to belt out some Monty Python favourites. Right, I think that's everything for now. I may update tomorrow, from home, if I get a moment after the broadband gets set up, otherwise it'll be Friday.

08/05/2012 [16:40] So I moved this weekend. Well, Friday. I got back to the house, did the last of the packing and waited. The van turned up and we put all of my stuff in the back of it. It barely covered the floor as a single layer. We took that over, then drove to the storage unit and got a sofa/futon (my bed until my bed turns up) and a bookshelf and took those over to the house as well. Getting the frame of the futon up the stairs and into the room turned out to be the hardest part of the evening as it just wouldn't fit in the bedroom door (necessitating a partial disassembly). We then went back to Keith's house one more time and lifted my free sofas back out and over the back wall and into the van, then I introduced myself to my neighbours and lifted them over their fence and over mine and in through the kitchen. And then I bought everyone pizza while Lianne and Sarah (who'd come over to give moral support) apparently unpacked everything and made my bed. They're just so awesome. I slept my first night in the house and went out like a light. On Saturday morning, rather than go out to parkrun or Tesco I attempted to cut the lawn as it was in desperate need. That turned into about three hours of work before Dunk arrived. Don't get me started on the 'lawn mower' and 'shears' I have to work with. Still, at least I had the foresight to bring the hand trowel and fork from my old house. There're many many other things I wish I'd thought to take when I left but I was in too much of a state at the point I moved out. Dunk turned up and we went in to town for me to get some essentials for the house. Obviously since then I've been making a list of all the things I still don't have that I should have got at the time. It's amazing the things you don't remember you need until you turn around in the kitchen and it isn't there any more. I wish I'd taken more things from the old kitchen too. Shopping took up most of the middle of the day, so once we got back there was just time to get changed before we walked into town to have a drink with everyone who was free. That lasted for the remainder of the night until we plodded home and went to bed. Sunday morning we had bacon sandwiches (it's the Law) and I cycled out to get the missing knives from the cutlery set I'd been lent by Lianne and then shortly after that drove out to a pub to meet Andrea for a snackette lunch. Everyone caught up with everyone else (especially after Keith and Steph and a few others from rowing popped out to see Dunk and Andrea). Then everyone went their separate ways and I went home to move things around in the lounge and to try and get used to my new house. I finally managed to work out how the heating worked as well as the hot water (at least I think so) and then went to bed, really feeling just how big, echo-y and empty the place was around me. Monday morning was all about feeling the lack of exercise. Because I don't trust my achilles quite yet I popped on down to the boat house and did a quick 1h/15K erg after I'd repaired the speakers so I could play some loud tunes. Rather than leave it at that I then headed out and did a gentle five and a bit kilometre jog to see how my leg would hold up. I'm pleased to report that things seem fine. Which is good. By the time I got back to the boat house for a shower I'd had a text from Andy to say he was close by so I rushed the long hot shower I'd been hoping for and dashed back to find him waiting (only five minutes). We caught up, had a cup of tea and unpacked the things he'd brought for me (everyone is being so amazingly generous with their time and spare things, it makes me so grateful). After that we decided that the weather was poor enough that we could best use our time chatting over lunch and then seeing Avengers Assemble (again, for me). This was a good choice. Andy was due to go via Ikea on his way back so after dropping me off at home he was on his way. Again, I had a quiet evening at home feeling the quietude of the house and attempting to get used to it. I felt I had the measure of my last home when living in it alone. Perhaps soon I'll find it for this one too. Things are very different here though. The whys and wherefores of my situation entirely dissimilar to my enjoyment of being alone previously. In another life my alone time was ammeliorated and offset by a countdown to joy and reunion. This new life consists of a count up with no anticpiated end point. Today I had extreme difficulty getting out of bed. Admittedly this was at 05:00 as I had things to do and wanted to get my exercises done and some other things before I headed to work. Everything happened as it was supposed to and I've spend the day catching up on email (work and personal), going to my session and hoping that when I get home this evening my broadband access point thingy will be waiting for me. Chances are low though and I'll have to rearrange delivery. Oh, and I'm off to see Spamalot this evening, so that should be a lot of fun. I guess that's everything. I hope you had a good weekend (plus bank holiday if your locale observed it).

04/05/2012 [15:55] So last night was interesting. A whole big group of us headed over to the cinema to see Avengers Assemble with six or so of us going for a bite of food beforehand. Great company I'd love to hang out more with in the future. Anyway, we got into the screen in good time and got reasonable seats, which was also good. And then the film starts and we're suspending disbelief as is required until at pretty much the half way point the fire alarm goes off. I know, right? So everyone in the entire building (three restaurants, a bar, a bowling alley and the 12 screen cinema) troop outside (it wasn't raining, thank goodness) and then after about fifteen minutes all troop back in again. No explanation or anything from the management. We settle down, the film's rewound about three minutes and we go again. About twenty minutes from the end the alarm goes off again. More trooping, more waiting, more returning to our screen and more complete lack of explanation from the staff. We finally got through the film an hour later than expected and convinced the management that the complete lack of instruction, reasons for the alarms and the actual interruptions were worthy of a free film ticket. So that was good even if it meant I got home really quite late. Being woken up this morning at 05:30 by Drum and Bass Neighbour wasn't so good given that I move today and starting the day tired was not a good start. Still, my housemate called the Environmental Health Officer who came over and agreed that the volume was antisocial even without me being aware that they'd visited. That was almost certainly my last night in the house anyway, depending on what furniture I get to borrow this evening (and whether or not it's damp and actually needs disposing of rather than being borrowed by me). So yes, moving tonight. As soon as my friend from the brewery can get himself and his big Transit over to Keith's house. Between leaving work and him arriving I'll pack the last few bits of my stuff and try to minimise the amount of crap I seem to have (books seem to have appeared out of thin air). I turned the fridge-freezer on yesterday evening on the way to the cinema so it should be ready to accept food this evening. I should probably spend Saturday morning going through all the things I've boxed up (especially the paperwork) and use the fact I have very little to fill the house with to lay everything out and work out what I need to keep and what I can safely get rid of. Then, once Dunk arrives I can get things like a kettle, toaster, maybe a microwave and things like surface cleaner, washing up brushes and toilet roll and actually, you know, have a house that works. I probably need temporary cutlery and other things. Some crockery too as the nice stuff I bought and the matching second set I humped back on the train and bike from the outskirts of London (a seeming lifetime ago) isn't coming back to the UK. You know, maybe I should have gone for a smaller, cheaper place. I really don't know. I guess once everything else arrives from the US I'll be able to see just how much I and my things continue to bounce around like a pea in a cup. I guess I still have it in my head to size things for two people rather than one. Like the bed. So, Dunk visiting on Saturday, we'll possibly see Andrea on Sunday for a quick lunch and then Andy's coming up on Monday (bank holiday, no work or journal entry) with some other things for me/the house. I really like my friends. I hope I can be as wonderful for them some time as they are for me. For some reason my right achilles tendon is actually more sensitive and uncomfortable today than it has been since I ran last. Not sure what's going on there. No running this weekend anyway, I'll be too busy trying to get my stuff and myself settled into the house and looking after friends. Randomly, this made me laugh a little bit... And that seems to be it for this week. Its been a busy one and I'll be glad when it's over and I'm all moved in. Even if it's going to feel pretty lonely and quiet without company once my friends have gone, broadband as yet to be installed and no television. Maybe it'll mean I a) read (and perhaps write) more and, b) get out of the house more and maybe even socialise a bit. Either way all the upheaval I've been forced to go through is entering the next stage. I wonder how many more there'll be. See you Tuesday.

03/05/2012 [16:55] Today's big achievement is that I bought a bed frame. It's rather nice. In fact it's probably nicer than the one I had previously. If you want I can post the URL of a picture of it. But you probably don't really want to know. Otherwise the day started off badly with a really low dip in my mood. I made the mistake of listening to an MP3 song I was sent almost a year ago. A big mistake and one I've suffered for for the rest of the day. I'm just starting to come out of the shadows now, which is good considering I'm heading off from work soon to a) smarten up a bit, b) head to the new house to turn on the electricity and the fridge-freezer for tomorrow, c) hopefully introduce myself to the neighbours in case I need to carry my sofas over their garden fence to get them into the house tomorrow evening and then, d) go to the cinema complex for food and Avengers Assemble with lots of lovely people. I really hope it doesn't rain while I'm moving. Given the way my life has gone at critical junctures in the past few months I'm giving it 50/50 right now that the heavens will open. I could really use a break though. Oh, and something I'd been working on on my laptop I decided not to do in the end even though it was perfect. The time/situation just didn't seem right. I get one more chance to do it and then perhaps never again. It depends on stuff I don't have any part in deciding.

02/05/2012 [16:05] Hectic day today. And it started at 01:30 this morning when we gained a housemate emergency refugee. Turns out one of our rowing friends' landlady has gone off the rails slightly and is in and out of police/hospital custody and potentially a threat to life and limb (hers and others). So while she was out of the house we received her tenant as a refugee with all her stuff in two carloads. With all of my things still stored in the lounge until Friday and this new stuff now piled on top it's going to be mildly interesting extricating myself at the end of the week. I'm going to have to start the process this evening, I think. Hopefully my achilles will continue to behave itself (I'm quite worried about it at the moment) so I can go for a run as as soon as I get back to the house before diving into all that. I'm making a curry for my two housemates for when they get back from a rowing outing this evening. I'd have gone for a run at lunch time but I've been far too busy being the main networks person here since my networks team leader has been signed off sick for at least the rest of this week to take care of his wife and himself (he's getting pretty close to breaking point). This has meant that I was in town this morning connecting up some cabling and configuring a switch, spending over an hour on the phone and then in a gutted room trying to make heads or tails off what a contractor and "the end user" want from a network installation and then cycling back, scarfing down my lunch and then heading out to walk through muddy fields to discuss the 800m+ fibre run between a Hall and a farm. I'm only just back now and feeling pretty tired and drained and flat considering I was awake until the small hours this morning and then up and into work early, and yesterday was pretty tough, energy usage-wise. That may be why I didn't write my best response ever to an important personal email I got while I was out. I hope it was OK. On the plus side I did managed to convince my utilities company to give me my account number over the phone (rather than having to wait for postal mail) so I could get my online account set up, and probably got the account put onto the tariff I used to be on before I left my home towards the end of February. I just wish I'd thought to take the electricity monitor with me as they don't give them away any more. A bit frustrating. I left a lot of things at that house that I wish I'd thought to bring with me. I guess at the time I wasn't thinking very clearly.

01/05/2012 [16:20] I didn't sleep particularly well last night. These days this is more the exception than the rule. Still, it wasn't brilliant given I wanted to be up and in work for as close to 07:00 as I could. I managed it though. As a result I was out and on the road in my running shoes at 06:55 with work as my starting point. 15K/1h9m later I was back and feeling pretty much OK. A few sort of proto-niggles, but nothing that shouldn't be fixed by 12+ hours of no running at all. That downtime plus this evening's exercise should see me fine for tomorrow. We'll see anyway. If I've learned nothing else in 2012 it's that nothing is certain and you can never believe in anything until it's happening right in front of you. It's just as likely that I'll have an issue with my achilles or knee(s) between now and then. At lunch time I cycled to my new house and picked up the keys. Not only did the previous tenant not have his bank details (so I couldn't pay him for the bits and bobs he and his partner left for me) but he also didn't have any credit on his phone so we couldn't transfer the gas and electricity stuff over to me. Not a great start. We did the other formalities and he wished me well. Once he'd left I wandered around the cold, echoing rooms, utterly hated the place, felt very very sad for a little while, tried to work out how I'd come to be standing on my own in a rented house in this town with just two suitcases and a rucksack to show for my life, and then put the shelves back in the fridge and cycled back to work. Since getting here I've managed to navigate my way through nine different people at E.ON to get my name on as the utilities payer for the house (I'll try and work up the enthusiasm to do the council tax tomorrow), fitted the ADSL modem at the farm (luckily got a lift there and back), taken delivery of the 14 wireless access points I'll be fitting in the next week or so, and spent some time doing email stuff. Busy is good, I guess. It looks like I'm going to be spending a lot of time weeding the front and back gardens I've suddenly become responsible for. That and watering the saplings and tulips. I'm glad I didn't leave behind/pack off to the US the trowel and hand-fork. I hope it stops raining for a little while on a weekend so I can take a stab at all the dandelions. I so very much hope I'm happy in this house. The plant I've been caring for is beginning to wilt, the leaves are going black and the flowers are dropping off in the place I am at the moment. I'm getting quite worried about it. I hope it flourishes again when I move. I've become quite attached to it. Anyway, so it turns out that some of my co-workers are having terrible times in their personal lives at the moment. There's another divorce, two with partners with serious illnesses and another with extremely deep financial issues. It puts my life into perspective somewhat. I guess I should (in the immortal words of Woody Harrelson's character from Zombieland) "nut up or shut up." Sorry for complaining so much. I'll try to tone it down. I know you've all got things going on in your lives and I imagine you don't lay them out online for other people to read. Frankly I'm surprised you come here to read about mine. Thank you though.