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The yard sale is scheduled for tomorrow with a rain date of Sunday. I'll be honest, I'm kind of hoping it gets rained out tomorrow just so I don't have to get up early tomorrow and I can put off dealing with it for a day.
Work kicked my ass this week. There were deadlines stacked on deadlines on top of deadlines. And the scheduling software they have saddled us with sucks so badly that pulling any kind of data out of it is like trying to shave your legs with a cheese grater. But I got it done and it's hopefully at least close to correct.
My to-do list for this weekend:
1. Yard Sale is number one because it will clear a large swath through my living room.
2. Going through Darrell's paperwork has abruptly hit a higher priority because I just got a letter from his insurance company claiming they overpaid him by almost 10 grand. Ha ha, nice try. He showed me his bank account and there is no fucking way. I love (I do not love) the fucking letter they sent out. "So sorry for your loss, here's where to send a cheque." Fuck them.
3. I want to hang one(1) shelf upstairs. We were talking about the need to have a single space in the house that feels "finished" and the back room upstairs is closest to that goal so I want to do just one single thing that gets it a step towards the finish line. It's probably not the most productive use of my time, but it's a psychological bell-ringer as much as anything.
People at work ask each other what they're doing on weekends and I'm all like NOT STABBING. I think they think I'm joking.
Work kicked my ass this week. There were deadlines stacked on deadlines on top of deadlines. And the scheduling software they have saddled us with sucks so badly that pulling any kind of data out of it is like trying to shave your legs with a cheese grater. But I got it done and it's hopefully at least close to correct.
My to-do list for this weekend:
1. Yard Sale is number one because it will clear a large swath through my living room.
2. Going through Darrell's paperwork has abruptly hit a higher priority because I just got a letter from his insurance company claiming they overpaid him by almost 10 grand. Ha ha, nice try. He showed me his bank account and there is no fucking way. I love (I do not love) the fucking letter they sent out. "So sorry for your loss, here's where to send a cheque." Fuck them.
3. I want to hang one(1) shelf upstairs. We were talking about the need to have a single space in the house that feels "finished" and the back room upstairs is closest to that goal so I want to do just one single thing that gets it a step towards the finish line. It's probably not the most productive use of my time, but it's a psychological bell-ringer as much as anything.
People at work ask each other what they're doing on weekends and I'm all like NOT STABBING. I think they think I'm joking.