It is so hot here (mid 90's and humid) that I felt my brain was sitting like a puddle of melted butter. And i had to put on my big girl voice and call strangers on the phone.
We ordered up an air-conditioner last night, and there was a problem with the billing of it. I had to straighten that out before it could be shipped from Texas or Pluto or whatever. And I had to call to find out the whereabouts of husband's air sampling license.
Well-- the air conditioner thing went fine. The problem was on their end. So somewhere out there is a machine destined to be ours. I feel less miserable just knowing that.
And the people at the Dept of Labor in Albany are sweeties! I think they must just be bored and lonely and wanting to talk. I expected them, to be like the DMV, but they were more like human beings. Delightful.
So, done with dread phoning. Time for groceries of Doom!.