Waiting on Windows

The window man came.  Oh, I suspect he had about 10 energy drinks before he showed up for the appointment.  Jeremy sent me a text and apologized for the window being late.  I told him it was ok and I meant it.  The Great Fava just would have had us waiting.  It was only an hour and they showed up to measure our windows.

I had no idea what the window guy was talking about.  We were fine with our windows but we know it's draftier downstairs.  Jeremy kind of smiled at me as the guy rambled on about how we can protect our bathroom window.  I didn't know what he was talking about.  He was a live wire, that's for sure.

We went along and did our errands for the day.  I watched a Netflix documentary about some mom catfishing her daughter.  What's wrong with people?  She blamed it on her child hood trauma.  I've had that too but I'm not sending gross messages to any family members. That was some seriously messed up messages.  I hate that I'm fascinated by these Netflix documentaries.

On the flip side, I'm not on social media finding out the diva has a tik tok account.  I'm not going to mention the bath tub video.  Makes me want to throw bleach in my eyes.  People are idiots with social media.

I was looking up the price of my old Kindle on Amazon. I got them for about $30 back in 2019 and now it's 89?  I know it's not Trump's fault but it doesn't help we have Mango Man in charge.  I thought about using my lifestyle account to get a new one.  I'm not sure.  I read on my iphone but I know that's not a good thing. I know I need a distraction from social media.

I got a new packet of postcards from another group that I volunteer with.  And another group of packets that won't get completely mailed because I don't have enough money for stamps.  Damn it damn it damn it.  

I will get out of the house tomorrow and get my walk in on the east side, same time, same station.

I definitely need a new hobby that doesn't involve stamps. Maybe I can start a go fund me to get stamps.

I don't ask for much.  Can I have stamp money?  Sigh.  I am joking.  

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