We’re having our sidewalks repaired this week. This morning I woke to the sound of jackhammers outside my window. It wasn’t terribly bright outside, so I checked my alarm clock. It was 7:freakin’:30! Whatever happened to the work day starting at 9:00?
Of course, if this was last year, I’d be pulling into a parking spot near Baltimore by 7:30. So I probably shouldn’t complain too loudly.
The work started yesterday (but not at 7:30!). We had to move our cars, but I’d misread the notice and parked in a spot that was also supposed to be vacated. So yesterday’s morning surprise was that my car had been towed. Mid-morning I strolled outside to find to find the sign for the towing company (since I didn’t have the phone number at home) and ran into the grounds maintenance guy. Apparently he’d knocked on my door and phoned me. Yes, I’d been asleep. And I used to be such a light sleeper.
Thankfully, they towed my car to another space in the condo complex, and not offsite. Not only is the towing charge significantly less (over $100 less), I don’t have to find a ride to the car lot.
A;; in all, pretty lucky for pulling such a big goner. All in all, pretty lucky for pulling such a big boner. (The first sentence was typed with a cat sitting on my chest, blocking the screen. I decided to keep it in to see how bad it was. It’s actually pretty good—I thought it’d be a lot worse.)