We need to replace the windows in our house, because they're all cracked and drafty; so we called three companies to give us bids, and we accepted the best one. They originally said that they could install new windows for us on December 2 of 2021. But yesterday they called us and changed their tune: now they say that the windows will not be ready until January 20 of 2022.
Then we checked the weather forecast for our area and noticed that today will be the last day that the temperature rises above water's natural freezing point, so we decided that we had better paint the trim on all our old windows, to match the new windows when they arrive. So we opened up the can of what was supposed to be white paint, but the color had swirls of dark rust throughout it; so we closed the lid and terminated our plan.
We then just sulked for the rest of the day, knowing that not only will our new windows arrive very late, but that they will need to be installed in the freezing cold of winter, plus their trim will not match until spring brings us warmer weather (it's ill-advised to paint when the temp's below zero). Yet I doubt that spring will ever even happen again, because all the desirable things seem to be disappearing from this world, and only wretched and awful things can exist.
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