Yesterday my pets almost got killed the most horrible way: BURNT ALIVE. Just because a stupid neighbor of mine had thrown a cigarette that burnt the sheet under which my pets usually hide. This morning I had just not let them out as I usually do.
When I came back from down town I got sick as I have been in the past. Only that instead of being sick all day long I got sick when all my very important stuff were done.
This morning I got a call from my housing company while I was grocery shoping: I can have the new appartment with one extra bedroom, so I am going to move in just in time for my sister to move in too and to go to university.
It may sounds stupid and these are things that are not a matter of life and death (although it was for my pets). But it definitely makes life easier.