I'm at home at the moment, waiting for the repairman. He was supposed to be here at 9, called to say he'd be a half an hour late, and now it's 955. He'll be here sometime, I'm sure.
However, work is a bit insane this week, and I should try and get in at a reasonable time today. Plus, we might be going to look at a few houses tonight. I feel like my body is firing on 8 cylinders, and it could really use another one. Everything's going at hyper-speed. And I'm not sure that's such a good thing.
9:58, thought I saw repairman's truck. Turns out I was wrong.
10:00, repairman here. It was his truck.
Everyone needs something from me. Two projects at work are going full speed, and there didn't seem to be enough time in the day yesterday to get everything sorted. One's settled a bit this morning, but it's likely to just be a lull, and not a full stop. The other, will go and go until August. Good times.
Hopefully I'll make it through everything in one piece.
