Wifey has an appointment to get her tire fixed for tomorrow at 1400. I have an appointment for the Prius to get the oil changed, the flappy bit fixed, and the brakes inspected for Friday at 0830.
I was wrong about having one sausage patty in the fridge. Without that, no bread, and with only one egg, I decided to have surimi salad for breakfast.
ETA: BMCRA is down again. It worked last night after I got home, and it worked this morning. But they’ve been Tango-Uniform for the past (about) three hours.
Of course he doesn’t have his corporate laptop or phone with him, so the other program leads and I have been filling in – with me as the primary POC for our customer, who is both needy and not the clearest communicator. I’m always able to be patient and tactful (and slightly deferential) when needed, but they aren’t my strong suits and that stuff wears me out…it has been an exhausting few days! Plus this is the bajillionth day in a row of +100°F weather, which just makes me not want to go anywhere/do anything other than try to balance my in-home comfort with keeping the heat pump from burning itself out (fans are the best!). Hopefully my boss gets home alright and it storms later, as forecast.
I was a bit of an Army/DoD brat, and moved pretty often as a kid: for some people that makes them want to never move again once they no longer have to, but I found that I like it. After graduating from college, I moved 10 times in 20 years: I landed in my current rental 10 years ago, and have only stayed here this long because of the dog. It’s really hard to find good rentals with a pet (this listing actually said “no pets,” but I called to ask how firm that was and kinda talked my property manager into it), and it’s a pretty good house with a big yard and in a great location so I’m alright with staying here for as long as I have Bailey. I’m definitely moving after she dies, though, with an eye to returning to townhouse living once I don’t need the yard anymore (trading my current abundant exterior square footage for a little more interior square footage). Every abode has quirks that start getting on my nerves after a few years – especially true of rental properties – and I like being able to move on to a new set of quirks relatively easily. I can’t imagine ever saying “this is it; I’m never moving again” as long as I’m single, but I could see maybe staying in the next place for a while. I’m hoping to really take my time with that decision/selection. As soon as I could afford it I started paying the movers to pack me, which takes care of the part I hate the most, and I always move on a Thursday (the movers are usually a little cheaper and more available, plus I can have the locksmith, etc., come on Friday and still have the weekend to settle in). These days, the worst part of moving is the cost: I expect to pay more rent in the next place, and estimate that the security deposit + first month’s rent + movers will equal ~$8500. A lot of times, my decisions to stay put for another year are just about $$.
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