WHY AM I NOT AT THE BEACH? And, other ponderances......

Instead, I'm dealing with long days at work, a hellish tunnel closure that causes major traffic trauma,  a little dog that won't quit barking at me and watching absurd TV programming (that I am slowly becoming addicted to!)  with a 93 year old character of a man....

I'm not sure which part of that is more ponderance-able. 
Is it...

Why is work so annoying in August?

Why did they close a major tunnel?

Why is Willy barking at me?

Why is my sister on a cruise?

Why does my other sister have shingles?

Why does my dad insist on watching absurd TV shows?

Why is the top of my foot black and blue and swollen all over? 

(could it be because the said 93 year old man placed his walker and all of his weight on it?)

Q: Why am I not at the beach?

 A:  Oh yeah, that's why!!!!