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At work. About to go downstairs for the day and help out the Commissioner's assistant with Small Assorteds. Monday went by really quickly this way--being on a different floor means no-one stopping by, no reasonable interruptions or sudden requests.
Coffee hasn't kicked in yet.
Contractors are in the apartment *again*. My goodness, if only someone (like the Fire Marshal?) had told the landlord that he would need to replace the drywall in the bathroom and make sure the door shut smoothly, and if only someone else (like the tenant?) had reminded the maintenance man and property manager and contractor of this. Then, you know, they wouldn't've had to send contractors back in.
Nah. Never happen.
I am wanting nothing so much right now as to go home and curl up with John and sleep. I'm not really tired, definitely not worn down. Just not awake yet, and thinking that staying not-awake in drowsy sunlight would be such a pleasant way to spend the day...
Coffee hasn't kicked in yet.
Contractors are in the apartment *again*. My goodness, if only someone (like the Fire Marshal?) had told the landlord that he would need to replace the drywall in the bathroom and make sure the door shut smoothly, and if only someone else (like the tenant?) had reminded the maintenance man and property manager and contractor of this. Then, you know, they wouldn't've had to send contractors back in.
Nah. Never happen.
I am wanting nothing so much right now as to go home and curl up with John and sleep. I'm not really tired, definitely not worn down. Just not awake yet, and thinking that staying not-awake in drowsy sunlight would be such a pleasant way to spend the day...