On a scale of one to twelve, one being best, I’m a FIFTEEN!! I’m so depressed, I just want to find a deep hole and crawl in. It has been almost a month since the air-conditioner was installed and David hasn’t been back to wire the thermostat. There’s a l-o-n-g- story but I won’t bore you with all the details. I’ve contacted three individuals in an effort to get someone else to finish the job. Three declined. I’m waiting for another contractor to call. I have several names and I’ll process through the list.
The heat and humidity is back with a vengeance. I can’t work off my frustration (depression) in my “yarden.” I can’t get interested in blog messages (so you know I’m not in a good space).