First the DVD player was broken, but then it wasn't. Then the (good) camera was broken, and then it wasn't. I took the laptop to the library and lost the piece to the universal adapter that lets you plug it in. Two return trips, several hours and many hairs pulled out later, a man found it on a window sill.
For the first time in my volunteering experience, one of our regular seniors has left us forever. His wife put a bag on the chair he used to sit in to occupy his empty seat.
Yesterday, I applied for an hourly job...but think they will feel I am too old, too experienced, too inexperienced, too something. Last night I dreamed I was offered a a position in my former profession, 60 miles and an appalling commute away. This was fine because in the dream we lived closer. I woke up remembering we don’t.
Giving thanks for all that is good; I’m taking a big breath here and calling it a week.