My Day

My landlord was due here this morning, so I locked the door leading from the hall into the garage so strange men didn't wander around while I was not wanting them there (like, say, if I was dressing). I don't usually lock that door as it's easy to lock myself out (well also because I never lock anything but my landlord really wants me to so sometimes I lock things just before he arrives heh). Anyway, at 8 something a knock on the door heralded a water heater man, and I pointed him to the (outside) door into the garage. Then my landlord enraged me by turning up and when I was not that enthusiastic about seeing him, and was somewhat (extremely) cold and stiff, he, in a passive-aggressive way, asked me if I was all right - like RICHARD NO I HAVE BEEN IN A BROKEN HOUSE FOR WEEKS I AM NOT OK AND WHY IS THAT A SURPRISE TO YOU???*

Then a gutter man parked blocking the drive, so I indicated I'd need egress in forty-five minutes. I was feeling rotten, so I was just a tiny bit unsociable. At ten I bolted to my car and zoomed away to see Frank, who had an operation a couple of weeks ago. Last week at my appointment he was subdued, but he seemed recovered today. "I'm back," he said upon coming back into the room and I said, "Yes - I can see you ARE back, and I'm glad."

I felt like death warmed over but needed some grocerterialsationing - at least a bit, so I did, which was rough going, then flung my frozen peas into Sha and drove slowly home. I was hoping A) they'd be gone and B) the heat would be on. They were gone! Yay! The heat wasn't on... boo :( I had just put my key in the car lock when someone drove up and came in through the outer garage door. It was Art2, who turned out to be a reasonable-seeming man of cheerful and open countenance.

Art2 said he has suggested a new boiler to Richard many times, which I'm sure is the truth. He indicated my landlord is working on a long-range plan. Shorterange - get boiler working - longrange - replace boiler supposedly. Then he said something about the deck that faces the drive, and I said I don't go out there in the winter as it's too slippery. He said, "I don't know why I always forget!" Me: "You mean you didn't wear your crampons?" Him: Bwahahaha! He left and immediately I saw the inner door was locked so I had to essay the slippery drive-side deck to go to the front door.

Then I went online for a bit, and did some Combat Cards-related duties.

Oddly, last night I was online, here in the cold, and I didn't have the spaceheater on because, you know, sometimes I don't want it on, and I suddenly though.... I'm not cold... in fact I'm hot. I think I'm getting used to it, except I don't want to, since there no getting used to being so stiff I can hardly move.

*Candide and Enjah both had the same pithy comment to make regarding my landlord.