"I'm just sick about it."
That was one of my mother's favorite phrases. Whenever something went wrong, or even just not exactly the way she wanted it to, she was just sick about it.
That's the way I feel today.
I have one friend who had two huge rental trucks packed with all his belongings, set to move to L.A., to start a new job, move into a new house, and be closer to his kids when they were with their mother. Then, just before he climbed into the truck to head South, he called his new employer to find out that he had no job and no compensation -- the company had suddenly gone into fiscal cardiac arrest.
So he had to find a new place to live, start up his business here again, and worst of all, get used to the idea of not being close to his kids.
Then, this morning, I found out another friend had his $75K+ barge stolen. He had put everything he had into this barge, and was about reading to begin reaping the benefits of it, when it turns up missing.
And just to top off the experience, the swimming pool heater at the Y has apparently gone on the blink, so after 3 hours of sleep, I step off the edge into a surprisingly ice-cold pool.