2006-03-17 - 4:45 p.m.
Holy Christ! If it's not one thing, it's another. Suddenly there's a huge pain in the ass insurance thing because the sidewalk in front of the house is cracked. Naturally this comes up at 4:30 on Friday, when everyone is no longer at work.
Our contractor is somewhere mysterious, out of reach of fax and email. Where? Where can that be? Why this mystery from someone from whom we have absolutely no secrets? It really isn't my business, nor do I really care, but I am -- mystified.
Ugh. I think I have to go worry about this a little bit more.
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