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Early Morning

The wallboard folks asked if they could come early this morning. 7:30 or so. We were up and ready to go before 7:00.

Jen is trying to figure out why the Roomba stops working before it finishes. I just put a big tarp over the washer and the dryer before the sanding starts today. I’m also trying to sneak in Iron Man 2. I started watching it last night but didn’t get far.

The weekend is so close I can almost smell it. It’s been a tough week. I need a break. Jen and I are both getting to the point where we are feeling the remodeling fatigue. The construction blues. Whatever you want to call it. We just want it to be over. We still have a couple of weeks to go though. They are going to start taping and mudding and sanding the drywall today (are those the correct terms?). It will likely carry over to the beginning of next week. Then paint, then hopefully around the same time the painting wraps up the new flooring will be delivered and that can start. Once that’s done it’s on to the finishing work. Baseboards and things like that. Then we bring in some furniture. Maybe a nice rug. Homey the place up, you know? Then I move my desk downstairs, and then we take a nice long break from construction while I get my insides rewired.

Oh yeah. That. The surgery is 26 days away.

Robot Fail

Last night I took a picture of the Roomba to post here and somehow didn’t even notice that it was just barely off the charger. When it was supposed to run last night it did not because the battery was still dead from the last time it ran.

Stupid dead battery robot. How are you supposed to take over the world if you can’t even charge yourself? Sheesh.

The real reason I am posting this right now is not because of the utter robotic failure last night but because I am going to work in the office today and I don’t want to go so I am stalling.

That’s the ticket, right there.

The Case of the Missing Roomba Part 2

I really don’t want this to become a thing for me, but here goes part two.

During Mr DJ Roomba, Esq’s Monday morning run he managed to get stuck behind a door in my step son’s bedroom and was unable to escape. Eventually his battery ran out. When I got up that morning and walked past his home base he wasn’t there.

This morning was Mr DJ Roomba, Esq’s first run since that tragedy and once again when I woke up and walked past his base he wasn’t there. How? This time I found him in the living room under a table. He got one of his wheels stuck on something and he couldn’t get free. I don’t know if he shut himself off or if he let his battery run out again. His dust bin was almost empty so it is safe to say he got stuck very early in his journey.

Poor Mr DJ Roomba, Esq. After a few weeks worth of successful missions he has now failed on consecutive outings. I’m not sure if I should give him an encouraging pep talk (you’ll do better tomorrow) or if I should be harsh with him (we’re looking into a performance improvement plan). Either way, he next rolls at 3:00 AM on Friday morning. Safer travels at that time, Mr DJ Roomba Esq.

The Journey of DJ Roomba

At 3:00am this morning Mr DJ Roomba (Esq) set off for his thrice weekly journey to vacuum up all the dirt from our floors. When I woke up a little after 6:00am I found that he failed to return home after completing his night’s (knight’s) work. Where was he? I checked the bathroom. No. The hallway. No. The kitchen. No. the living room. No. Well that’s about the only places he goes on his journeys. Where the hell was he?

Jen checked the iRobot app and it reported that Mr DJ Roomba (Esq)’s battery died before he made it home. It also had a map showing it’s last known location. It looked like it was in the hallway, but we knew it wasn’t there.

When we go to bed on a Roomba night we close the doors to the kids rooms, the office, and the cellar. Those doors were all still closed. Where could he be? We started looking under furniture in the living room and the dining room but all was clear.

Jen eventually found it. It was in Harry’s room. Somehow, Mr DJ Roomba (Esq), while cleaning the hallway, banged into the door hard enough to open it wide enough to sneak through. Then once it was in it banged the door closed again and couldn’t escape it’s self made prison.

I don’t know how long it was stuck in that room, but it was long enough that it cleaned the holy hell out of the place. That floor is clean enough to eat off of. That floor hasn’t been that clean since we moved into the house. It’s spectacular.

And that, gentle readers, is the tragic story of The Journey of Mr DJ Roomba (Esq).