We’re back. It went fine. The teenbros were annoyed at being taken to the Spanish Mass, but they can go to youth group later.
It’s good you’re back!
I’ve been hobbling around, trying to find a way to ease the soreness, and I still can’t figure out what I did to make my muscles so tight and sore. I’m about half-tempted to give up and just go lie down but I want try and stay up a while longer.
I had to clean the filter on the A/C. It smells like cigarette smoke every time it cycles on. The only reason I can think of for that is my new neighbor. These places are non-smoking, but that doesn’t mean someone won’t smoke or will tell their friends not to. All I know it that it stinks. So I washed it then sprayed it with Air-Wick and that seems to have helped for now, but I’ll try to talk to Chuck about it tomorrow.
The guy has two vehicles and one of them is a HUGH ol’ Dodge truck with a winch on the front and he insists on pulling it forward into his parking spot until the curb stops the tires. (The other of his vehicles is an SUV that he parks in front and successfully blocks the wheelchair curb cut so I have to go out of my way to schlep the laundry cart to the next one, or rassle it off the curb.)
The problem is that the security light behind my truck is out (they’re dying one by one because the owners don’t want to spend the money to fix them) so unless I use a flashlight, chances are good I’ll bonk my knees on the winch. Also, there isn’t enough room for my laundry cart when the neighbor pulls forward like that.