Tried to call the electrician to ask him to come over and fix whatEVER was done to the backyard lights. No answer. Left word.
So…that’s not very promising.
Guess I should call around until I find a craftsman who will come over — preferably today! — and fix those lights. But truth to tell, I do NOT feel at all good. And do not by any means feel like trying to chase down a new electrician.
Honestly: I’m so under the (very hot!) weather that I just can’t even contemplate doing battle with this stuff. The lights aren’t the only issue. We also have the watering system and the gate locks and…on and effin’ on.
No kidding: It’s 9:30 in the morning, and we’re coming on to 100 degrees on the back porch. Make that in the shade of the back porch.
{chortle!} What do you suppose the temp is in San Francisco, whence I emanated and where I would very much like to go back? Hmmmm….
Jeez. Sunny and 67 degrees. They expect a high of 72.
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WHY am I here in this God-forsaken place?
Oh, yeah: Because the kid is here.