One of Those Days

Only the sign on the side of the truck has changed….

The thermometer on our porch says it's 98 degrees at 4pm--too hot even to sit outside. After my Pilates class, I spent the morning cleaning my closet, mending the holes in my shirts and carefully folding them. (That will last at least a week.) Instead of driving to work today, OilMan had a conference all from home and made an appointment to see the hand specialist tomorrow. Ozzie laid on the wood floor looking hot.

Just as we were settling in to watch the Tour of California, the Comcast guy arrived and promptly turned everything off. OilMan announced to me that "they sent a senior guy…" I guess the senior guy gets to drive the big truck with a cherry picker on it. He also has a real tool kit and not just an iPad. The one who came on Monday whistled. This one talks to himself. It's far too hot even to think about being underneath our house.

It's been one of those days….