Okay, you know I hate to post from my phone. I'm trying to kill time until 5:30 when the tile installers leave my house. Only twenty-five minutes to go. I stopped for an early dinner on my way home from work. Afterwards, I had an hour and a half to kill. I popped in Ross to browse. That ate up about fifteen minutes. I went by my house to see what was up, but I couldn't get in the door because entry was blocked by tilers and their equipment. I told them I'd come back when they finished for the day.
They've left me a path from the front door to my bedroom but I'm not supposed to walk anywhere else. When I went to work this morning, they were moving my over, washer, and dryer into the garage. Of course, they'll put everything back when they're done. In the meantime, life will be a little inconvenient. I'm sitting in a parking lot behind Krispy Kreme drinking tepid coffee while I wait. Writing now will prevent my having to track down my computer. Five more minutes . . . I know I'm complaining a lot, and I also know it will be worth all the trouble.
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