Ain't that the truth.

Every time I turn around, there's something new. And most of the time, it's very minor stuff. Maybe it's a chipmunk hole near the foundation. Maybe it's some new wood rot, or some peeling paint. Maybe a towel bar is starting to come loose. Maybe the faucet is dripping. Maybe the toilet is running very slightly.

It's not that it's big stuff; it's just that it never ends.

Now, I like fixing things. I take pride in being able to do it myself most of the time. But there are times when I just need a break.