Two things causing concern.
First, I got on the scale, and was happy to see I’d lost another pound. The bad news was, I realized I hadn’t weighed Chaplin in a while, so I picked him up to do the whole “weigh self holding cat, weigh self, subtract” method to see how much he weighed.
The big fucker weighs 18 pounds! Somehow, he’s put on two pounds in the last few months. I’ve been feeding him roughly the same amount, so I’m a little mystified as to how he’s porked up so much.
Second, I’m trapped in my apartment. After months of fighting with my landlord, they finally replaced part of my rotting doorframe. However, when they re-hung the door, they did a piss-poor job of it.
At first, the door was just sticking, which I could live with, but it’s deteriorated badly. Now it takes a ridiculous amount of effort just to enter and leave the damn apartment. It’s worse than it was before, which I didn’t think was possible.
What’s sad about this is that it really doesn’t affect me too much at all, since I’ve barely been leaving the house anyway. Hopefully they’ll get this fixed by a reasonable hour tomorrow, and I’ll be able to at least take the trash out and go to the gym.