It was a very busy day. We're on deadline to finish a number of help documents, and I'm way behind. I worked late tonight to get 3 done.
I can think of ways that AI could just do this. I started working on these documents at 4pm. Stopped without being fully finished at 10.
I have to rewrite a number of articles because terminology has changed, screenshots are 4 years old, it is a lot. Also, some of the articles are too wordy, or not explainey enough. It's hard for me to not create fake content about my dog or Guster. They both slip in sometimes.
This song is stuck in my head now. Doug let me know we should contact a handyman to finish off the diswasher.
He said "I tried three times..." And I had to correct him. No. You tried five. He said no, three.
I counted off. The first one you did while I was out walking the dog. I came back and you tried again. Then a third time. Then you changed the hose to the old hose just to see if it would work and it didn't, and then a fifth time, where you had the dishwasher laying down on her face. Five.
So trying a sixth time would be the definition of insanity. He checked to make sure we had the right part and we do. So. Let's call a ringer in.
Also, I pointed to the giant pile of freshly washed towels I was folding. This is the result of five attempts at running the water into the washer. Five.
With his agreement and "blessing," as it were, I called a guy my realtor recommended. She gave me a handyman (this guy) and a fully licensed building contractor for when we're ready to do the bathroom.
He's coming over between 8-8:30am tomorrow. He seems just as charming as the wildlife guy who came out a few weeks ago.
Seems to be the style in these parts.
Hopefully he can get us ironed out tomorrow, before we go to Richmond. I don't really mind doing the dishes. It is somewhat relaxing. But I did four sinks worth today (and I didn't finish tonight's dinner dishes, I worked instead) so I'll do those in the morning, or hey - I'll load up that dishwasher for her maiden voyage!
Wish us luck.
Okay. Tired. Digits below what my kitchen looked like last night (the counters are cleaned as is the stove). She is pretty and she is going to be fun.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. solo walk, 22 min/1.26 mi; 10k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:15am: 170
4:45pm: 135
10:45pm: 84
food & meds:
8:15am: jardiance+phentermine
11am: bowl of mac&cheese and hamburger
2pm: Met+glip. turkey on 647 bread w/mayo and dollop of cranberry sauce
6pm: steak and egg fried rice by Geoff (really good!)
9pm: met+glip; pita chips & hummus
red wine
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