An old weightlifting buddy of mine bought a house this year – a real fixer-upper. Someone else’s brown tabby decided that he liked what she’d done with the place, and the last owners had installed a cat door in the kitchen, so he moved in, too. She calls him Chris, and she does what any midstream-aged Millennial would do: she records their life together on Instagram. Here is a post from a few days ago which I feel is very Balloon-Juice coded:

I find myself overwhelmed with an avalanche of moderately bothersome life events: I am in the middle of upgrading my current ILR permit (a UK green card) to the new electronic format; I’ve just applied to the Home Office for citizenship; my mortgage was finally approved and my house purchase is sprinting toward an early-January closing; all four of my clients realised they had a bunch of unspent marketing funds, which means I suddenly have a ton of projects to deliver by 12/30; I had bronchitis, and I’ve just been to the GP about some pain in my left wrist which, it turns out, is almost certainly carpal tunnel.
Plus there’s prepping for the holidays. And also the political news. In both countries I pay tax to, it seems that the person running the show is actually E. Musk. Rumours are swirling that he’ll give $100 million to Nigel Farage’s Reform party to help them replace the Tories as the opposition from the right—this, after his social media site amplified, often via his personal account, false reports about a murder that seem to have contributed to nationwide race riots this summer. Would be nice if someone would investigate his dipshittery! There are laws for that kind of thing over here, after all. But as we Americans know (and with apologies to Charles Dickens), the law is a vibe.
Le sigh. Talk about whatever in the comments. And drop your carpal tunnel management tips there, too, if you have them. I’ve bought one of those braces, but am happy to hear more advice.
