Half empty, or why we can't have nice things

For five years I've wanted a glider rocking chair. They're soothing, they're relaxing, you can sleep in them if you want to. I thought about getting one before the first tum operation but the price was beyond beyond. They cost as much as most desktops and some cost as much as a good quality laptop. Add 15% GST and PST and, well, no. But I have money if I want it, or a line of credit at good rates, and am tired of being saving for my old age. I went to the end of the street and sussed out the gliders. ( Saga within )

Biliousness

Psychic, not physical. Though physically something's up. Am more tired than I should be after four days of sleep-till-I-want and no work yesterday.
( Psychically OTOH... )