The past few weeks, my life has felt a lot like my favorite scene from The Simpsons:

I’d make progress, then something bad would happen. I’d get a good surprise, then a bad one. It’s exhausting.

Last week’s surprise was a very, very bad one. It’s entirely possible that the situation will resolve itself with no lasting damage, but there’s work to be done to fix the issue, and then it will be a few weeks before we know the outcome. And in the meantime, it’s weighing on my mind and leaving me somewhat frazzled and depressed.

If you have a good thought to spare, send it my way. Because where can you turn when even the frogurt is cursed?