And a touch of exasperation with my landlady's hands-on methods. She just came by to inspect the work the yard guys did in the backyard this week and ask us about our account number for our heating bill, as there's a refund due them via us for putting in the nice new furnace...
...and to administer a subtle interrogation about the RV that was here over Thanksgiving. *snort*
She's a nice lady. She is. But y'know, you rent us the house, it shouldn't matter that there's an RV in the driveway for two days.
Not that there seemed to be a Major Issue. It just seemed to be Relevant.
Or maybe I'm just on crack. I don't know. I've been trapped in my house since Tuesday afternoon. I have been sick. My brain is fucked. And every time it looks like I'm going to get to lie down, the phone or doorbell rings.
I hate people.