Superstition

I'm so damn superstitious. There are things I don't say, from some strange fear that I'll alert the universe that things are good for me, and it will go "Whoops, that's not right." In all seriousness, my biggest complaint right now is that it's cold, and I hate the cold. There are still things to sort out with the new situation with my... and I know you read this, O. so I'll use this term... harem. But it's minor details, much smaller than the problem before. There's the cyst on my ovary, but I have an appointment with a specialist, and I'm lucky enough to have insurance. I'm still in debt, but it could be much worse, and I'm employed. If only it sticks.