So many things to ruin a Sunday.

I’m already at a steady rate of stress. With the job/career/money thing to worry about. Every. Day. I don’t need other things to ruin it. There is a certain job I put in for that I would love to get. Hard to think about much else. So I don’t need little things getting in my way, compiled with the weddings and events that take up the weekends this fall. The events I like. But not things like what happened today.

I live in an old building, and the building’s plumber has to come out every few months and unclog our drain. It started getting full again when I noticed that the porcelite stuff that covers the tub might have to get re-done in a few months to a year, rendering our shower non-operable for like two or three week, etc. So while I cooked breakfast this morning, the Mrs. went to buy a plunger. No, we don’t own one. The other thing about old bathrooms is that the toilets can take your leg down if you’re not careful. I think it would be pretty hard to clog, to be crude, the crapper. Anyway, I fixed the drain. Felt good about that. While spending my adult life learning to think dead guys’ thoughts, I missed out on learning really useful things. Good thing the whole Boy Scouts thing from before that taught me a lot of stuff — seriously.

We had a birthday party to go to today, and I was planning on rocking my favorite (and really, only good) suit. The Mrs. volunteered to do the ironing since I fixed the drain. Swell. Only when she touched up my coat, she melted the liner, burning about a dozen holes into my relatively new suit. Totally ruined. While it was not a huge deal for today, now that I am without a suitable suit for interviews, hell, I might get one.

This does not help my ongoing stress over getting a job and — essentially — changing careers. Ran into an old professor at the Book Festival this weekend, and I didn’t need to think about that option. It’s not like that’s an easy process or like I have teaching experience. But he’s a cool guy and does not push me in that direction. I just thought of it for half a second when I saw him. But, thankfully, it was more as a last-resort than as a consideration.

Thought, I suppose, the day is not a loss entirely. A nice stop at Dunkin Donuts. New cartoons like “The Simpsons” tonight. Cooler weather. Band practice tomorrow (which always makes me feel better).

Oh, and I discovered the real root of “Catholic guilt.” Seriously. I’m keeping it a secret because you are going to hear about this on Leno and Letterman. Man, oh, man.