Tomorrow is Friday. Not today. Today is Thursday. I think I established that earlier.
The furnace folks sent Jen a text saying they would be coming tomorrow. That’d be nice, right? I sure hope that happens. I’m tired of being unable to heat the house, m’kay?
I have a zit on my ear lobe. TMI?
I cropped that pic in the WordPress.com app. Did you know you could do that? I sure didn’t.
The Bruins a losing again. Crud.
I need to go to sleep early tonight. Maybe I’ll go to sleep right n………….
Space (Heater)…. The Final Frontier.
The company that failed to install our new furnace today gave us a couple of loaners. The cat is kinda terrified.
Install rescheduled for tomorrow.
I went down stairs and opened the doors and turned on the lights and took some pics for a before and after blog post. As I was wrapping up they called and said they couldn’t come today. Oh… okay. So they will try again tomorrow, and for today they will try to bring over some space heaters.
I guess I can post the before pictures now. Insert the sound of a very frustrated sigh here.
Insert a second, more frustrated sounding sigh of frustration here.
She likes hanging out on that shelf.
I took this picture of Patches and I told her she was looking sad.
She got pissed off and stuck her tongue out at me.
Apparently I offended her.
The cellar has (had) six fluorescent light banks in the ceiling. Right now, exactly one is still functional. Fortunately it is near the washer and dryer so there hasn’t really been an issue.
Still, I wanted to be able to see on the other (much larger) side of the cellar if for some reason something is happening over there. Maybe I can find a use for that area other than storing stuff. I don’t know. I was hoping we’d be able to have the whole place redone, complete with new overhead lights. For the near future at least, that ain’t happening.
So Jen and I talked about getting a couple of floor lamps and sticking them down stairs. I put them together this morning before work and set them up with internet connected light bulbs so we can turn the lights on from upstairs and have everything lit up nicely before we go down stairs.
Now all we have to do is clean up all the shit left over from when we had the ducts worked on. Then maybe I can do something with the space. Maybe a new music room? Probably not. Who knows. I’m just glad I can see again.
I’m going to move my work desk back to our bedroom soon, but for the moment, Siri and I are still working from Harry’s desk.
Dig the crazy, groovy new alarm clock.
I took my mother to a doctor’s appointment today. It went well, thank you.
Based on the massive traffic I struggled through getting home I would say that pesky pandemic is over. If that’s the case, why was I freaking out so while hanging out at the hospital?
I was cool as a cucumber on the outside, but a basket case of Covid worry on the inside.
I am so ready for this bullshit to end. Get the damn vaccine.
I was driving that wheelchair today as if I’d been driving it my whole life. I didn’t crash or bump into anyone at all. Zero injuries. Kick ass, dude.
Inside the Red Head's Head 