Got some mail from our condominium association today. Apparently they want $5,400 to pay for an upcoming road repair – broken up into three different payments and paid over a period of 18 months. We’re going to have to take out a personal loan to cover this very, very unexpected expense. We’ve managed to squirrel away quite a decent amount of money into our savings (finally), but we don’t have an extra $5,400 just lying around. And there go our big strides we’ve made in nibbling at our credit card debts. Let’s just go ahead and stay the f— in debt, shall we? And not even for something fun – for goddamn asphalt. At least with a car loan you get to drive a car. What do we get out of this? Nothing. And I thought they repaired our road two years ago – what else is left to be fixed? I smell shenanigans…

I’m not in the best of moods right now. And I’m not sure if listening to Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were here” album on Spotify will improve – or deflate – my mood. But David Gilmour’s guitar stylings are always a nice backdrop if nothing else.

I do have a virtual game later this evening. Our normal trivia partner Michelle had to spend today trying to squirrel her way out of jury duty (thankfully she was successful), so it will just be my husband and I.