Followup complaint: my waistband is digging in and my underwire is digging in and my feet and hands are cold and forgot to bring in a mug so will have to use the mystery mugs in the kitchen cupboard for coffee if I wish to attempt that to wake myself up.
I had a whole rant but really it boils down to “I have to work and be a grownup and can’t FIRE.” Hmph.
And while I’m bitching - why is there no bathroom near the part of the park where park yoga is held! I hate that I have to limit fluids after noon on days I go so I can make it thru class and the walk to and from without having to pee.
Someone knocked on my door and repeated the phrase “we’ll just leave you with a quote” enough times to confuse me into talking to her for several minutes before I realized she wasn’t going to leave me with anything, she was trying to get my phone number so someone could call me to make an appointment to give us a quote.
Huh, all of my gas stoves have been analog rather than digital - i.e. there’s no notches just can turn is to any point. I’m guessing the forced heat options are the problem.