the water is brown

The city replaced a pipe that had been laid in 1924.  So now the water is full of rust and silt and it's unusable.
I'm irritated because I had one more load of laundry to do.  Just one.  Considering the vast quantities of laundry I have done over the last forty-eight hours I thought it would be really nice to have a day off of laundry - but it's not to be.  I will have to do a load tomorrow...  and a load the next day...  and perhaps even a load the day after that.
For you see...  the cats seem to have acquired a case of ringworm.
A fact of which I am most unhappy.
We bleached, we washed... things are still outside.
Lesions are being treated and oral medications will start tomorrow but I have no idea how I'm going to manage that twice a day for two weeks.  Four of the cats will give me a very, very hard time.  All I can do is my best. 

But screw the ringworm.  It's the most powerful tornado in my mind right now but it's not what I'm here to  talk about.  I don't need to talk about it, I can't stop thinking about it and my to-do list reflects it so completely I'll never be able to stop thinking about it until it's over and done.

It's the water.
The whole water thing.  I wan to curl into a ball and cry because of this one load of laundry I'm being denied the completion of.  It's late, its Monday, I'm exhausted and have a lot of work to still do and I'm going to be working a lot this month and this ringworm bullshit couldn't have hit at a worse time and I just really wanted to not have to do a fucking load of laundry tomorrow.

I'm going to see what else I can take care of on this to-do list tonight so I don't have to worry about it tomorrow...

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