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Stuck and snow
February 15th, 2010 10:29 pmRelax ... at least it is not stuck IN snow!
Stuck: The light in the garage door opener is stuck in the on position. Does not matter if the door is open or shut, the light just never seems to want to go out. While it does not affect how the door works, it is wasting energy.
Snow: As in - guess what - we got more. While it snowed like the dickens for a while, we lucked out with warm temperatures and there is not much more in the way of new white stuff out. About an inch is my guess. Hopefully no more white stuff falls from the sky overnight.
While I did not get that much hard-packed ice off the driveway (it is becoming very slickery) I managed to shovel a path on the deck so that I could refill the bird feeder.
The settlement agreement came back from my attorney today but 2 things had not been changed, so back it went.
The ex spent a few hours in the basement sorting his fishing gear (because that is obviously the most important thing to pack) and now that corner of the basement is messier than it was before he started.
This was supposed to be the night that I was going to kick back with a nice glass of lambic, take a deep a breath and begin again.
Treadmill = zero (until I can check with Dr. Truong)
Stuck: The light in the garage door opener is stuck in the on position. Does not matter if the door is open or shut, the light just never seems to want to go out. While it does not affect how the door works, it is wasting energy.
Snow: As in - guess what - we got more. While it snowed like the dickens for a while, we lucked out with warm temperatures and there is not much more in the way of new white stuff out. About an inch is my guess. Hopefully no more white stuff falls from the sky overnight.
While I did not get that much hard-packed ice off the driveway (it is becoming very slickery) I managed to shovel a path on the deck so that I could refill the bird feeder.
The settlement agreement came back from my attorney today but 2 things had not been changed, so back it went.
The ex spent a few hours in the basement sorting his fishing gear (because that is obviously the most important thing to pack) and now that corner of the basement is messier than it was before he started.
This was supposed to be the night that I was going to kick back with a nice glass of lambic, take a deep a breath and begin again.
Treadmill = zero (until I can check with Dr. Truong)
