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I didn't want to go in the first place. I didn't want to go when I went, either. The post office had called and asked me to deal with my post box. I had just laid down to rest at 14:30, and set my alarm for 17:00, when I realized they wanted me in today. Okay, so no nap. A quick shower, a bit of hunting and pecking for clean clothes, and on the road by 15:00. I headed right east. I got four or five miles out when I realized I had to stop at the post office, which would just as likely be closed as not, depending on how many stores I hit. Enervating, in the bad way, but it's about getting things done. So I did that.
Back into town. Running down a seven piece list... or more... in a big store where anything could be anywhere if you don't know where anywhere or anything is... can be taxing. I got everything on my list. The last few items I almost skipped. I am zapped. But, no, I wanted the concrete screws, plumber's banding, and vent pipe. I had to have help finding the banding and the vent materials, which ended up being very easy and quick, actually. I went with a $100 or so DMM. I didn't like what they had for higher end, mostly name price thing (though not Fluke). Everything else was standard. Oh, I did buy pipe and thread glue for higher temps and pressures, as well. I suppose the other stuff will work... for a while. But I wanted to be sure and I wanted the right stuff for when, or if, the other type fails.
Dinner on the way home. I really wanted to grab and go. But I didn't want the girls all over me when I brought it home, either. So I ate in then headed out. So... very... tired. I have everything sorted. The stuff for up here is there, the stuff for the basement is on the freezer (but that is all that is there... oh, wait, the insulation for when it dries out enough to risk putting the ac in the window. But, I mean, nothing non-essential is up there. Tired. Screaming tired. Now I get my stinking nap! I can work on what I can do when I wake. Good night, sort of.
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