I am home, oh yes, I am home. And there is cool air blowing over me, which feels good. This morning, I watched three strong men and a crane take the combined AC/furnace unit off the roof of my house, and replace it with one which has no freon leaks. That it is better made, has a longer factory warranty, and slightly more capacity (4 tons vs. 3.5 tons) is just gravy.
Now I can do things at home even when it's 110F outside. 'Things' defined as "actions other than lying in bed with my brains melting into the pillows." One of which will probably be indulging in morbid fantasies about the state of my electric bill with the new unit.
Now I am broke. Oh, very broke. I particularly like the irony of the $3k transmission replacement happening before I took a week off (therefore generating no income), and the $4.5k HVAC job happening immediately afterwards. It gives me hope that Whoever Is In Charge has a sick sense of humor.
Spent some time this morning with Capucine and Petit Point, since the farrier came. Capucine decided to defy her mild-mannered reputation and instead play "You Can't Catch Me". Petit Point went along for the ride for a while, but eventually succumbed to her good training, and was promptly tied to a fencepost for her sins. Capucine decided to run circles around Jim, myself, and Petit Point, at least until Jim suggested we move Petit Point outside the fence. This magnetized Capucine to the spot nearest Petit Point, and then we spent a few minutes playing "See? Not going to pounce on you and make you work." Everyone's feet got trimmed, anyway, and Capucine really needed it.
Then I came inside and did a few more hat tricks with the checking account so I could pay the nice HVAC people.
Somehow, when I wasn't looking, I became positively obsessed with beading. I think that's why I haven't been journaling, anyway; it's eating both the free time and the creative urge. K, elflet's wife (a former beader) pinned it very accurately when she observed "So, for you it's more about the learning than about the product." Yep. I've never been much for wearing jewelry, so the fact that I'm suddenly turning out a remarkable quantity of the stuff has ironic value in addition to creative value.