So here in the Northern hemisphere the hinge of the year turns over — no sooner than time — and the days, however cold and dreary, grow infinitesimally longer every one.
All last week and bleeding into this, we had a team of plumbers in the basement installing a new heating system (the choosing of which was a three-year project for the Spousal Unit). For two days last week, there was another team of workers installing a new roof (that only took two years’ research, because the insurance company refused to renew our policy if the replacement wasn’t expedited). So our three little rescue dogs have been in various conditions of stranger-panic and noise-meltdown for the last ten days, and I never got more than three hours’ unbroken sleep at a time. There was also a flat tire (probably from a nail the roofers missed), plus a three-times-rescheduled eye exam and expensive new glasses for me. Not to mention the Spousal Unit’s (rescheduled by the doctor) outpatient surgery yesterday (which, thank Murphy the Trickster God, went off without incident and from which he seems to be recovering well). As a last straw, my flip phone bricked on Sunday, so after a hasty T-Mobile visit (do not visit a shopping mall the Monday before Xmas) I’m learning (not easily) to cope with my first (‘pre-owned’ Galaxy S6) smart phone. Never a good time when one’s first thought is, “Well, at least we’ve got enough slack on the credit cards… ”
Not to mention, all the political and geopolitical stuff. You know.
What I want from 2017 is NO MORE SURPRISES DAMMIT.
Apart from all that, Mrs. Lincoln, what’s on the agenda for the day?