Ah, apartment living. I wonder how old our extinguisher in the pantry is. I’ve never thought to check.
Now that I did, there’s nothing to say, but I know it’s been there quite a long while without being touched. I remember when my mother set the kitchen on fire in Rhode Island while broiling fish. Melted a hole in the linoleum, too.
It has been resolved, and YIPEE! the head of maintenance is scheduling delivery and replacement of all the fire extinguishers next week. Except mine, of course! Mine was the first to be replaced! YAY, for me and my big mouth!
And just as I was getting ready to close up shop and head to somewhere soft and warm, Zeke called to being me a key. It seems someone (outgoing resident council member(s)?) has been going in and helping themselves to food and whatever, so Zeke, Carlos (maintenance) and I are the only ones with a new key. I am relieved.
So another day falls into the “done been DONE!” category, and I can shut this down. My eyes burn and my bones hurt, so it’s a good time to quit while I’m ahead.
All y’all have a good night and I’ll see you in the morning. Tomorrow is the day I have to go to the pain clinic, so I’m not a happy driver.