Ice cubes to the rescue! It would work better for the emergency-ness of the photo if the ice cube tray were red, though. Eh, what am I talking about, I’m a little delirious in my non-air-conditioned third-floor apartment. I broke down and used the fan last night, it was sweltering and I was trying not to fall asleep while working. It feels like I’m melting into my computer chair.
Cat in heat. Temperature heat only, thankfully! They both loll about the house, sprawled with their paws out, but only Xena lies on her back. Beano still insists on sleeping right up against me, despite the heat, while Xena prefers to sleep a foot or so away. I think they miss me because I’ve been gone so much recently.
Late last night I put in a load of laundry because I was down to the Last Resort clothes… you know, the items of clothing best worn only around the house and not in public? I was nearly out of work clothes, too. When I was downstairs I noticed the door to the basement was unlocked and it was in the midst of renovation. I ignored it and should have picked up the clothes when they were done, but was too tired and left them for this morning.
This morning I went to fetch the clothes and got LOCKED OUT — the lock to the basement had been changed while I was out of town and I didn’t notice because it was dark. Alas, I was one door away from clean clothes! I contacted the property management company, got the handyman’s mobile number and left a message. As of 10:30pm, I am still waiting!
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