Today I woke up every hour on the hour from midnight until 4:22 am when I decided I'd had enough of laying in bed sweating. Seriously? Night sweats? I'm 37. I'm not old. (If you caught the Monty Python nod you get a cookie.)
I got ready for work and realized I was making apple sauce in the crockpot and that had to be dealt with before I could leave. It's in the fridge. It may never make it any further.
I left for work expecting it to be a slightly chilly 62 degrees outside. I was wrong. It was 71. Not bad, but a tad warm for 5:15 am.
When I got to work I realized the AC that was just installed August of 2012 wasn't working. It was room-closed-for-the-weekend-with-temps-in-the-mid-80's stuffy in the kitchen.
As I walked across the kitchen a giant spider tried to kill me.
Actually I tried to kill him but when he saw my foot looming over his 1/2 inch spider body he rared up on his hind legs and lunged at my sneaker. I was terrified. But I still killed him.
The batteries in the clock on the wall had died so it told me the time was perpetually 12:45.
The maintenance guys told me they had no idea what was going on with our AC so we have to wait for the company who installed it to send a repair guy. Because it's still under warranty and they won't get paid for the service call, we could be waiting for quite a while.
Now I have a raging headache from the heat and noise from all the fans we had to run.
I think I'm going to go lay down and wait for another awesome day. It's going to be 95 the next 2 days. Yeah for us.
(Yes, I'm whiny today. Get over it.)