Somehow the last two days have disappeared. David Copperfield would be pleased; me...not so much.
Yesterday started like a very normal Thursday with me up earlier than I like to be to make my yoga class. Although I never like getting out of bed no matter what time it is, I was actually looking forward to the chance to move and stretch again. We haven't had class since before Christmas. I threw my gear in the trunk of the car, hopped behind the wheel and pressed the start button.
The all you-know-what broke loose.
The dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree with every icon on it glowing red, yellow, green and white. And every bell, beeper and buzzer was singing its alarm. As if that wasn't enough, the left headlight had turned into a strobe and the right one was beaming like usual. I swear, if I didn't know better I'd have thought I had just won some huge jackpot in a Las Vegas casino. The one sound I didn't hear was the car starting; it was the only part of the car that was silent.
I tried again with the same result before heading back inside to corral my better half. Things were no different when he tried starting the car with his key so he played taxi in Old Blue to deliver me to my yoga class. And when he returned to get me two hours later he was driving the car. He'd had to use the jumper cables to start it but it really didn't act like a battery problem. The only settings we lost was the memory on the driver's seat. Apparently, Bebe just momentarily lost her mind because she's been just fine since but we spent a good bit of time yesterday morning checking to be sure. And, of course, we had to get the book out to figure out how to reset the seat.
On top of that we spent the afternoon entertaining a Dish repairman. On a lark we upgraded our satellite service since we could get more features for essentially the same amount of money and yesterday was the install. That meant I had to take down the work table in my room. It's one thing for me to waltz around it but I wasn't going to ask some burly guy to do the same. Good thing I did, too, as he had to run new wires to the outlets, meaning he had to pull out the piano to get to the outlet in my room. That meant more things to move and, of course, the need to clean behind it before he put it back.
The moving wasn't over though. I now have equipment attached to the television in my room which I didn't have before. And that meant it needed a shelf in my bookcase on which to live. A shelf which up to this point housed scrapbook supplies. See where I'm going with this? It was easy to empty those supplies out yesterday; it was much harder to find some place new for them to live today. Zap...there went the morning. Throw in a walk and some errands in town this afternoon and the day was gone.
I have high hopes of getting life back on track tomorrow. I just have to hope these episodes of disappearing days don't continue.