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Jul. 19th, 2019 12:15 pmOh, ARGH. That's all. Just ARGH. Which is short for "Goddammit, one more email I'm copied on that basically says "Molly will handle it" and I'm going to do something very loud and fairly violent."
HOWEVER. The washing machine pump arrived yesterday and is scheduled to be installed tomorrow. Right now the fact that the washing machine might be working is almost secondary to the fact that a working washing machine means I can put the table back where it belongs and get the chairs out of the bedroom.
AND. I'm supposed to be getting my new shorts sometime between tomorrow and Monday. Hopefully tomorrow, because the tracking says they're in Brighton somewhere. My only extant pair of shorts is going to be in desperate need of washing by the time the washing machine works again.
AND. Last night was absolutely wonderful sleeping weather, and I slept in my bed instead of on it and didn't need the fan. And nobody woke me up at 3 AM hollering about having caught her puffball, or wanting to come and be friendly but don't touch me because it's hot so I'll leave for half an hour and then come back again, repeat until the alarm goes off.
AND. It might not be as bad as I thought, getting to Barnstable in August, because there's a bus. I can't take the air tanks on the bus, but I can take everything else. And because it's just me, I might be able to do it by bus and get there at 9:15 instead of having to get there at 8:00 with the rest of a group.
AND. I think the annual ant invasion is over with, because I haven't seen a live ant anywhere in my apartment for at least three days. So maybe I can take ant bait off the shopping list.
SO. Life in general isn't that bad, it's just frustrating for eight hours a day at work and whenever I walk into the kitchen at home, and about to be hot for the next 72 or so hours. And I'm sick of coping with things, but I still can, as long as I let myself admit I'm sick of it.
HOWEVER. The washing machine pump arrived yesterday and is scheduled to be installed tomorrow. Right now the fact that the washing machine might be working is almost secondary to the fact that a working washing machine means I can put the table back where it belongs and get the chairs out of the bedroom.
AND. I'm supposed to be getting my new shorts sometime between tomorrow and Monday. Hopefully tomorrow, because the tracking says they're in Brighton somewhere. My only extant pair of shorts is going to be in desperate need of washing by the time the washing machine works again.
AND. Last night was absolutely wonderful sleeping weather, and I slept in my bed instead of on it and didn't need the fan. And nobody woke me up at 3 AM hollering about having caught her puffball, or wanting to come and be friendly but don't touch me because it's hot so I'll leave for half an hour and then come back again, repeat until the alarm goes off.
AND. It might not be as bad as I thought, getting to Barnstable in August, because there's a bus. I can't take the air tanks on the bus, but I can take everything else. And because it's just me, I might be able to do it by bus and get there at 9:15 instead of having to get there at 8:00 with the rest of a group.
AND. I think the annual ant invasion is over with, because I haven't seen a live ant anywhere in my apartment for at least three days. So maybe I can take ant bait off the shopping list.
SO. Life in general isn't that bad, it's just frustrating for eight hours a day at work and whenever I walk into the kitchen at home, and about to be hot for the next 72 or so hours. And I'm sick of coping with things, but I still can, as long as I let myself admit I'm sick of it.
