Oh, I'm fine! Ha ha!
Last Wednesday, I was two weeks out from my upcoming trip, planning all the details of the various friends and groups I want to see, and also thinking about getting things ready for my brother coming to keep mom company, while simultaneously thinking about day-to-day stuff. I had a lot of balls in the air.
Then the elevator broke.
Suddenly there are twice as many balls and there's gale-force wind and the balls are going everywhere.
Recap: We live on the sixth floor. Every grocery needs to be carried up, all trash needs to be carried down.
Initial estimate was "a month or two."
Next communication said "about 30 days."
Then on Saturday, as I was driving to meet friends for lunch, I glanced at my phone at a red light to see if anyone was running late, I saw an update email from the condo board president with the subject ELEVATOR and pulled off the road to park and read it.
10 weeks.
That is mid-July, people. Yesterday afternoon when I did the stairs, this was the weather:
Do you know how much worse it will be in two months? Yikes.
Let's think happy cat thoughts instead. It's been a while since I put up cat pictures, isn't it?
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