A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Seven-Hundred-And-Sixty-Four

My day began when my mother called early this morning in a panic after having received a phone call about someone trying to get in her house to do some work.  She is still in New York right now, but I was in her house last week and there was obviously something wrong with the air conditioner.  I had arranged for it to be fixed, and the appointment was arranged for Tuesday morning, but somehow they wound up coming today instead.  Fortunately, I was available in the morning, but I had to rush out when I was still barely awake to be there.  I had intentionally chosen to make the appointment for Tuesday because I knew today was already a rather busy day, and I wanted to be able to get a bit more rest this morning.  I suppose it worked out fine, to be honest, as I have another busy day tomorrow and it would have actually been a bit of a tighter schedule, considering how long it took for the work to get done.  In any event, it is done now, so that is one less thing to worry about.

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