Late Night Friday

It was freezing Friday morning. Nothing wrong with the furnace, it was freezing outside according to the weatherman. I checked and my outside thermometer said 33 degrees F., though. But, it’s supposed to be sunny, although only a high of 54 degrees later today. Here’s the kicker, though: They are predicting a “wintry mix” on Saturday around noon! Read that as a rain/snow mix at the end of April!!

I wanted to go to Lowe’s at lunch to check out something, so I stopped at a nearby restaurant that will remain nameless (I don’t want Max or Erma mad at me). But, I waited for my menu, waited for some water and finally, the guy took my order. I asked him to bring me the bill immediately as I was pressed for time. I couldn’t figure out what was taking so long as he only had three other people in his area! By the time I actually got my food, I only had time to choke down the sandwich. The accompanying seasoned fries were left untouched. So, no Lowe’s today. I barely made it back to work on time. And, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t leave the Bozo a tip!

Back at work, Michelle from Facilities had me go over to our Building 28 (across the street) and try a chair they are buying for new installs. It has a web back and she thought it might work. And, while it wasn’t perfect, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as any of the others. She said I could “borrow” it as long as I needed it or until her boss found out she brought it over to me. She had asked him about it and he said the company doesn’t supply chairs for people with special needs and I should buy my own. Nice...

One thing you gotta say about the company I work for: They really know how to make an employee feel warm and fuzzy!

But, then it was 5:00 PM and I was banging that drum. I poured myself a glass of apple juice and started to list things I needed to do and groceries I needed to buy this weekend.

I started my dinner while watching the NBC Nightly News. This time I’m trying another Marie Callender entrée, Three Meat and Four Cheese Lasagna. Takes a while and it’s a bit fussy (five minutes on high after slitting the plastic cover, then removing the cover and cooking it nine more minutes on medium heat in the microwave and then letting it sit for five minutes more) but it was really, really good! I like most of their products (although Carl claims they’re bad for you).

Jyl's sister Judy called about the daybed around 8:30 PM (I had just about given up on her) and said she had a neighbor who had a truck and was going to come and disassemble it and haul it away. I told her I would be gone for a haircut for about an hour, but other than that, I’d be here all day. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to come early or later, but would let him know when I wouldn’t be home. I gave her my cell number just in case.

Then I sprang into action. I started a washer load with just the comforter (it's fat and puffy) and then while it was in the dryer, I washed the sheets, the sham and the pillow case. I’m giving her those as well as, without the bed, what would I need them for?

I knew I had to stay awake (something that’s a bit iffy when I’m lying down all snuggley warm watching TV), so I started looking at the daybed (did you ever really look at your daybed?) I decided that if I sat in the office chair, I “probably” could take it apart, so I did. I put the bolts and nuts and screws in a baggy, along with a picture of the daybed when it was put together and the ratchet and socket I used (she’ll have to provide her own Phillips head screw driver). I figure she can give the ratchet and socket back to Jyl and it will eventually get back to me. It’s not like I’m going to be wrenching on any engines any time soon.

Oh, I also put in the coaster-like plastic things I bought to go under the legs to protect my hardwood floor. I’m not sure what kind of floor she’s putting it on, but they couldn’t hurt.

It was 10:30 PM and the comforter was still in the dryer, so I wrote out the post for today and then posted it and a photo. I’m not sure how early, early might be, you see. When the comforter comes out and the sheets go into the dryer, I’ll go to bed.