I'm nearly at the end of my rope, to use an overused metaphor. Or was that a simile? Just kidding, I do know the difference. Really. My boiler needs to be replaced, which means 1) for the time being, I have a very limited hot water supply 2) the boiler has leaked and I may have some water damage in my flooring and 3) I'm going to have to spend lots of money. And I've been dealing with that all day, which is bad enough. But then earlier, I went into the garage, to check the leak from said boiler and, lo and behold, there's this mouse on the other side of the garage peeking his head over a shelf and looking at me. I suspected I had mousy visitors in my garage, but I didn't really want to have to see any of them. I guess I was in denial, which, apparently, isn't just a river in South America. There are about 10-thousand other things that could push me over that line, but I suppose that here isn't the place to go into them. The worst part of it is that all of this makes me wish I were still in California, where boilers aren't an issue. Last night, on Rachael Ray's Tasty Travels, Rachael visited the CA central coast, and when she's in Morro Bay, I'm like, "Hey, I've eaten there." And when she's in San Luis, I'm like, "Hey, I love that place!" And today's my brother's birthday, and I'm sitting here knowing that I'm in Vermont, while the rest of them are going out to dinner. And all I really want is to go home.