April, April, Weis Nicht Was Er Will

It's the old German addage that April doesn't know what it wants. Indeed things have taken that rapid descent into hell again. I'm up to my eyeballs in burocracy, while all the rest is going to shit. The temperature has taken a nose dive again, carrying a nasty flu epidemic in its wake. Of course I had to unwittingly pick it up in town on Wednesday...and although it didn't seem as bad as the last one, today I sounded like a herd of treefrogs when I phoned about a job I had applied for over a month ago. As I might expect, they already reviewed all the applicants, but never bothered to inform me. At the same time I finally got a rejection notice from another firm I had applied to around the same time. I've had to unplug the sewer at least three times. My Honda Dax finally gave up the ghost and I spent the past two days trying to get the other Mokick to work. Despite switching the batteries, as this one was dead, something in the electrical system is so fecked, I neither have headlights nor ignition. So I resolved to call the local repair (they're never open on Mondays), then proceeded to investigate the heap of bicycles in the shed, for a reasonable alternative. Of the four, I finally found one that didn't have a flat tire (although I had already replaced them in November), only to discover one of the foot pedals is fecked. Daylight was disappearing fast and so was the weather, so that repair will have to wait for tomorrow too. Just don't ask me what it is that I must endure this curse every year around the same time, but I'm sure that soothsayer in Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar" had it right. Beware the Ides of March. The good news is that the BF had his mechanic friend give it a go for far less the price and hassle. This proved to be a wise move.