Drat this working for a living all to heck.

I used this link:
https://www.freemaptools.com/elevation-finder.htm

to find the following:

Mount Ida = 1511.0 meters
Salmon Arm valley floor near my Mom's house = 353.0 meters
Salmon Arm top of Tank Hill on Hwy 1 = 476.00 meters
Where I live, out of town, while technically in Salmon Arm = 529.00 meters

So, if the snow level drops by 193 meters every week, that means 5 weeks to snow.

Booooooooo.

Okay, I know I am stealing that idea from thoughts about democracy, but I still think it is true about procrastination.

Case in point: I have delayed sending an email communication to one of my pension plans because (a) I didn't really know what I wanted, and (b) I knew it would stir up new annoying shit that I JUST DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH.

And is true: last Thursday, signed into my super secure pension plan account on their super secure website, and submitted an email with attachment, through their super duper secure email portal jobbie. I asked them to let me know whether or not they wished the attachment mailed as a real letter to them, to support the request through the SDSEPJ in my SSPPA on their SSW.

They don't acknowledge receipt of SDSEPJ email in the SDSEPJ, but at another email address. I imagine they are thinking employer-sponsored, but once retired it is the low-rent online freebies. So, got the acknowledgement that my email (in the SDSEPJ) to them was received, and then today received another acknowledgement in my low-renter that they have sent me a reply in my SDSEPJ in my SSPPA on their SSW.

My computer now won't load the pension plans website log-in page.

It is using old technology that my browser is claiming they stopped supporting in August 2016.

Seriously: if I was still procrastinating, I would only be feeling the mild guilt about continued procrastination. As it is, NOW I am **FURIOUS**.

Everything I have touched for the past two years has been like this. No matter what I do, or how little I do, the aggravation factor has been turned up to 11.

In this case, there is no one I can ask for help, and even if there was I wouldn't have the language to explain the issue in a way they would understand (or be permitted to take enough time to understand if I were talking to some poor soul on a phone-for-help system), and even if I could explain it, they wouldn't believe me but think I was being deliberately obtuse, and even if they did believe me they wouldn't be able to help because the deadline for permitting help on this particular problem passed yesterday.

And it has fucking snowed a-fucking-gain.