Was already angry & depressed about women's rights this morning. Then went to write a check & found the new checks we ordered only have my husband's name on them, despite it being a joint account. We are perplexed. Our old checks had both of our names. And now I feel even worse.

I know this sounds like a very small problem, and it is. It's fixable, I'm sure. But it's the accumulation of this kind of thing that chips away at you, you know? And then when you come across yet another small problem just after a really big problem, it's like lemon juice on a wound.

That sounds very melodramatic, which means I should probably go put that energy into my wip or something now.