That was a day with a beautiful blue sky. Today it is gray and cloudy and cold. You’d think it was November or something. A front is moving in and I’m grumpy and achey. They are predicting snow this weekend. Often, at least around here, that’s wishful thinking on the forecaster’s part. No one wants to be the meteorologist who didn’t predict the first snow of the year. I’m not ready for snow.
At least I think the upstairs heat pump has been fixed. Nothing else on the list from three or four weeks ago when Dusty came to check out the problems has been fixed. These are usually great guys but I’m frustrated. Supposedly he came by after his mother told him to get back here (after I got a bill saying the work had all been done) and knocked but no one answered. I’ve been trapped here, waiting to hear that he was coming to finish the work.
Is it obvious that I really don’t have anything to say today? I’m going to have to go back to that list of suggestions or prompts. None of them are really inspiring me right now.