I thought the real estate agent was going to meet the carpet installers at the house this morning, but she didn't. I ended up having to rush over there to sign a paper saying yes, the carpet they brought was the correct color, and I had shown them where to install it. Then I came home. I have to go back over there in a few hours, and after that I'm taking my Dad to my mother-out-law's birthday dinner.
About half an hour after I got home continuous loud jackhammering started at a house nearby. I had to close the windows. Now it is only annoying and not deafening and stressing the cats to pieces.
Closing the windows made the house humid.
So I decided to make myself some iced coffee. We don't actually have real ice, we have colorful fruit-shaped bits of plastic with water in them that we freeze. So here's my bad mood beverage, served in my bad mood coffee mug.
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