I am in the most annoying one of my lifetime.  Around nine o'clock, I take to the couch with full intention of watching a movie, sometimes new and sometimes old.   (I rewatched Fargo a few nights ago and its staying power is intact.  Thanks Marge Gunderson.) But most...

Lately, I'm losing it over laundry.  It's like the mail; it never stops.  It just keeps piling up and up and I avoid and avoid until I get down to the bottom of the barrel.  Like underpants with zero elasticity.  Towels that accidentally got bleached.  Sweatshirts...

I still have my father's and mother's ashes in their original delivery boxes stashed in the back of my bedroom closet.  They're really no trouble at all.  Well they could chip in toward the mortgage and cover their fair share but other than that, they ain't bothering...