Holes, and living at the bottom of them.

So I have pretty much just been depression spiralling the whole time since I got home.

It is not great.  I am barely leaving the house and when I do it leads to public crying, in front of strangers, rather too often.

So failing at life.

In happier news, I went to Avengers: Endgame with the semi-imaginary one on Wednesday.  It had a lot of screens showing it and seemed to be sold out everywhere.  I guess it will do very well.

And for the past two weeks I have had plumbers in my flat basically every second day.  There are multiple leaks running into the apartment below mine.  Part of one got fixed, the rest might all be one thing happening somewhere under my floor and running over the concrete.  So they are threatening exploratory ripping up of my floors - which will suck.

And only this week I finally gave the best of the gifts I bought in Canada to its intended recipient.  Catching up with my friends is something I do so very frequently....

I suck at humaning.