I miss the leisurely pace of my life...

...and I'm ready to have it back, please.

Have you noticed a correlation between having plenty to write about and not having enough time to write it, or is that just me? That's been my situation for the past two weeks, and I don't see it abating in the immediate future.

Rather than abandoning my blog entirely until things calm down, I'll post bite-sized editions of what's going on around here:

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The heat index reached 111 degrees today, and tomorrow and Saturday are supposed to be even hotter.

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Tomorrow and Saturday, coincidentally, are the days we've scheduled movers to come in and move the office furniture to a new office. We've also scheduled me to make sure the furniture gets put in the right places, everything gets moved that's supposed to be, and nothing gets thrown away that isn't supposed to be. Maybe we'll get lucky and it will rain.

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Other than the actual, physical moving process and the hours and hours of preparation for it, I'm excited about the changes. Instead of a general law practice, my boss will be concentrating his efforts in one specific area of the law. This opportunity came at a good time for him, and I'm delighted that he's taking me with him. I'm not sure yet how the workload will compare, but I'm confident that the chaos factor will be drastically diminished.

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Last week, while it was almost as hot as it is now, my air conditioner went out. I called at 7:30 a.m., and the repairman showed up at 7:30 p.m. For that 12-hour period in between, we were on standby. When he finally arrived, he didn't have the part he needed, so he scheduled someone to come out the next day.

The person who came out late on the second day replaced the bad part, and the A/C still didn't work. He said the problem was electrical, and he arranged for an electrician to come out -- but "possibly not" until the next day. In the meantime, he got the A/C working again by running a heavy-duty electrical cord from the unit in the attic down through the hall, where it hung in front of my bedroom door, then hovered over the dogs' water dish, then trailed through the bathroom door and plugged in next to my curling iron.


On the third day, the electrician arrived and replaced the bad breaker that burned up the outlet that caused the A/C transformer to blow (in the house that Jack built). Thank goodness!

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The moon must be in a mechanical-malfunction phase. In addition to the A/C problem, the toilet broke (the little bar-thingy that attaches to the chain inside the tank), a hard-to-reach bathroom lightbulb burned out (the last bulb of the required wattage in the house), and the batteries in my electric toothbrush died. None of these problems was hard to fix, but each required an extra trip to the store.

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This happened again:


There's a warning label on the can now, so I suspect I'm not the only one who's experienced this unpleasant surprise.

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In the past few days I've had two automated voice mail messages from a company claiming to have an urgent need to hear from a woman whose name I recognize, although I don't know her personally. To my knowledge, she's never even lived in this state, let alone at this address or telephone number. Our only connection? She married my second husband -- 25 years after I divorced him. WTF??? I wonder if the two wives he married in between us are getting messages, too.

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I've been trying to keep up with reading my favorite blogs, and I apologize for not leaving comments. Most of my reading is done while I'm eating breakfast or lunch, and I can't handle the fork and the keyboard at the same time. I always plan to go back later to let you know how much I appreciate and enjoy what you write, but instead, I keep falling farther (further?) behind.

I'll be thrilled when the office move is over and the household malfunctions no longer hold me hostage. Once things settle down, I think life will be even better than normal.