This is stress week. Plumber is scheduled for Friday. Meeting at bank re: loan to pay for Christmas appliances fiasco is also scheduled for Friday.
(Exterminator is scheduled for Friday, but I'm trying to get that changed to any other Friday this month. It's just the regular follow-up after Night of the Rodents to ensure that there are indeed no more rodents. Since I haven't even seen the toy mousies in a fortnight, let alone the real squeaking scurrying kind, the exterminator can wait.)
And that's what I'm doing. Just waiting until Friday. I won't have hot water until then (and that's if all goes well). I won't know if the water heater can be repaired or if I'm replacing it, too. Not until Friday. I wont know how desperate my finances are until Friday. Friday friday friday friday. Waiting waiting waiting. I've controlled everything I can for now.
So my anxiety is crazy high. Until Friday. Which will be a whole different realm of fretting and worry and stress.
But when I sit on the far left end of the Peacock (that's my couch for anyone just tuning in), I see this happy face. I know Uley's face always looks like this. But I still feel just a tiny bit better when I look at this big bright smile.
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