Yesterday was a true, certifiable Day from Hell. Seriously…by bed-time, I knew that if I weren’t trapped here by owning the damn house outright and by the piddling retirement income and by the craving to live vaguely near my son, I would be SOOOO OUTTA PHOENIX!
But now…we have this morning. WTF?????
- The weather is clear and more or less temperate. On the warm side, but highly tolerable.
- The peripheral neuropathy: present, but tolerable in intensity.
- The dawg: prancing along happily.
- The hole-in-the-ground-into-which-to-pour-money: functioning normally this morning.
- The toilet: now working normally.
- The house: spotlessly clean after Wonder-Cleaning-Lady’s ministrations.
- The laptop computer: apparently working normally again.
- Outside temperature in the shade of the back porch at 7:30 a.m.: only 100 degrees.
Weird.
The hound and the human got out the door early enough to circumnavigate the park without melting in the heat.
The babysitters M’hijito hired to ride herd on the Crazy Old Bat have not surfaced (thank Gawd!), or else they came by here while we were doggy-walking and simply ignored the note I left on the door for them, asking them to wait a few minutes until I could get back to the house. Good riddance, say I!
So…I dunno why the Manifestations from Hell have settled down. And I ain’t askin’! Just hope they STAY settled down for awhile!