If you’ve read anything much at all here, you know I’m NOT a morning person. After years of getting up before 6:30 AM, I stopped that once I retired the big yellow tin can. But I’m up this morning after around 4 hours sleep because my A/C people are supposed to be here to again work on the system that is on its last leg.
This place is 5 years-old or so… wouldn’t you think the units would be great for at least another 5 years? But no! I’ve spent more on the downstairs unit than I care to admit. Not sure if they’ll limp me through another season or if they’ll take my $10K right away.
I’m not the only one that’s sleepy!
Another annoying thing in this equation is that we have a redbird that wants in the house in the worst way. Last year, it was a female cardinal — this year, it’s a fat red dude bird that obviously is oblivious to the dog danger inside. I’m sure I’ll get a photo at a later time, but simply don’t have the patience to sit still long enough to get one this morning.
Buyers remorse also adds to my current plight.
I’m going to try to remake one of my huge ruggable rugs into 2… or maybe 4… more manageable sized ones. I spent the extra money to get a washable rug… not thinking that it’s SO HUGE throwing it in the washer wasn’t the answer. I finally got it stuffed in there but the washer didn’t do a great job, and the rug is currently draped across the deck since there’s no way it would fit in the dryer.
And then, I got notice from Amazon that my king-sized mattress is a fire hazard that must be destroyed. Now I have two huge items that I can’t manage alone that need attention. Because I lifted couches to get the freaking rugs out from under them, my back is complaining big time — and that’s before wrestling two purchases that didn’t turn out as expected.
AI thinks I’m steampunk.
Even though AI thinks I’m steam-powered machinery and tough as nails, gears, and cogs — the reality is I’m an old woman with a bad back and a hot office. 😳
Now you know: Brandolini’s law is where “the amount of energy needed to refute bullshit is an order of magnitude bigger than that needed to produce it.”