The Vision of the Annoying

This has been a week of profound annoyance.

Mostly not for me, though. Some for me, sure, as younger son’s apartment search didn’t fare well (well, he SHOULD — knock on head — be employed in a couple of months, shortly after we come back from Portugal, so we said we’d pay a couple of months in an apartment, so he could only move once, and be near both work and college.) He didn’t find anything, in time, which is forcing us to move him to a storage unit/our spare room, adding to the confusion...