That Not-So-Great- Gittin' up Mornin'

When I woke up this morning, the first sound I heard was a very, very expensive one. The frickin' AC. It hasn't been turned off or set to a higher setting than 77º since late March, early April. It began being in the 90's in early April, triple digit by the Ides of....yep there are Ides in other months than March.

Okay the sound of the AC....Made a pot of CHEAP Crappy dark roast Coffee of some kind, cannot afford my favorite at $11.49 a can....So the coffee (?gag) maker burbling out sappy coffee was added to the AC....then the TV turned to yet another (thousandth viewing) of another screaming, neighing, guns firing and fake indians yelling bloody murder while they attack the forked tongue peeps roars from the Living Room ten feet away, where my retired hubby resides 18 hours a day right now while he COUGHS his guts up over and over with a rotten summer cold (doctor tomorrow)
....add the sound of trees and grass dying outside, the foundation dirt shrinking away from the concrete, so the house can move around and crack the walls and even the foundation it's self if the twenty inches of rain we haven't gotten this year doesn't happen very, very soon.
Now add me sighing, praying, trying not to listen to the frigging stock market, or oil and gas prices or the cha-CHING of money leaving the bank, wallet and skinny little retirement fund. Would it be awful to wish for a tall enough building to jump from, or a large enough jug of Shine to make me senseless everyday fer a time?
Damn. Well, take care of you, we're trying to take care of us.

Hugs to everyone who is scared and worried.
xo Kay