Oh, how I hate mornings.

And today I'm getting to hate the morning more because it allowed me to sleep in, sorta. I'm waiting for an appliance repair person to come take a look at the washer. It's been making squealing noises and not doing a very good job of things like rinsing and spinning the clothes. So I called the Sears repair people on Monday when I was taking a sick day, and they couldn't get anybody here until Wednesday (today). I guessed that was fine.

I had suspected the landlord was out of town, since I never get my mail when he's gone and his car wasn't moving from its parking spot in the back (he works up in Bawlmer and you'd think I'd know if he bought a new car), so I felt free to call the repair people myself. Lo and behold, Monday I got my mail, and Tuesday his car moved. So last night I called him, and as expected he had no problem with me calling the repair people. I'm to call him at work if it turns out to be terribly expensive.

Anyway, there was a message from the Sears repair people last night, saying the technician would be here between 9 and 11am, so here I am awake but not leaving for work. I didn't bother to change the clock settings last night, so when NPR started up this morning I rolled over, put a pillow on my head, and stayed pretty much asleep. And then an hour later the beeping came. Ugh. At that point I realized I'd best be somewhat ambulatory before the repair person arrives (chances of repair person not being a repair man: slim to none, but I will persist in not applying gender because it's morning and I'm cranky and it seems like the thing to do) so I stumbled out of bed and over to the computer in the living room.

The DSL, after another outage last night (affecting all of their customers in DC this time, it seems) is back, so at least I have that.

Maybe I'll have some coffee and something breakfasty.

(16 aug)