JUST ANOTHER NORMAL DAY OF CHAOS

I haven't been blogging regularly lately - and haven't been reading other blogs - because of an overwhelming avalanche of personal problems that have been completely sapping my time and energy.

No need to go into details (it would take too long), but I will admit that there were moments so dire that I was almost considering Felo de se.
Don't panic - it's nothing sexual. Look it up.

On the bright side (assuming that there possibly is one), I think there may be a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. 

On top of all the big problems, I've also been plagued with lots of little problems which seem to emerge simply to maintain my acute state of perpetual anxiety. Like the plumbing disaster that happened in my house a few weeks ago.

Today was typically chaotic. 
When I crawled out of bed early this morning (with less than two hours of shuteye) I noticed that there was absolutely no water pressure anywhere in the house. Every faucet that I turned on yielded only a pathetic trickle.

I initially panicked - assuming that there was some kind of a drain blockage or - worse yet - a major leak somewhere.
After an hour passed - during which my panic escalated to a maniacal frenzy - the water pressure suddenly returned to normal again.

The problem undoubtedly had to do with an outside water line - and not something in my house.

I breathed a BIG sigh of relief.....

.....until I realized that I had to go into town today. My cats were completely out of cat food. Not a morsel left. There was no way I could avoid going.

So I gathered my pennies together - hoping that somehow I'd have enough to get chow for the felines and gas for my car.

As I navigated the endless, winding, harrowing mountain roads - I kept cursing myself for ever getting the insane idea of living in a rural area.

I'll fast-forward through the entire ugly ordeal and get to the part where I finally arrived back home. 

After feeding the cats, I got a bad migraine which forced me to lie down.

I was probably asleep for a blissful hour, when an incredibly HUGE CRASH woke me up.

My initial groggy thought was that one of the cats broke something - - but this crash was much bigger than anything a cat could do. 

I quickly scanned the house and found  disaster in one of the bedrooms: a shelf in the closet fell off the wall and everything on it crashed to the floor.

I'll interject here to say that the lack of space in this small house has been a major issue ever since I moved here.

My house in Texas had huge walk-in closets and ample storage for everything. The dump that I'm presently living in has tiny closets and no room for anything. Junk is crammed everywhere simply because I don't know what to do with it.

For your intense viewing pleasure I have photos:

 I should have known that the flimsy shelf wouldn't withstand the weight of all the clothes and junk.

 The only thing that broke was a pair of heavy marble bookends that I got in Mexico many years ago.
They should have never been on that shelf, but there was nowhere else to put them.

 Only the base broke - - it can possibly be repaired.
Fortunately, the clock next to it didn't break.

I used to keep this clock on the fireplace mantel when I lived in Texas. 

I'm in no mood to fix the closet shelf. I'll probably examine it tomorrow.

This blog post was TOO LONG, but what the hell - it's free entertainment.