i knew I should have skipped the workout

I was ten minutes away from my apartment and a shower when my workout was interrupted by a phone call from our building's assistant manager, saying that the maintenance folks would like to do more repair work on our master bathroom ceiling, and could they enter our unit? It was fine with me, though I also felt like slamming my sticky and sweaty head against the sidewalk as the same thing happened yesterday. Ten minutes from my much-needed shower, the repair work started. Hopefully they don't work on weekends ...

Chris and I received a monthly statement from the property rental company back in Calgary about our house yesterday, and I find it kind of ironic that our house is undergoing little repairs at the same time our apartment here is. At home, it's stuff like fixing the latching of our back door (warps a lot during the winter) and fixing up the window screens that the previous homeowners (of the "we like painted tile" fame) bent all out of shape. Usually Chris worried that the house will be a disaster when it becomes our main residence again, but I'm kind of tickled that in many little ways, it probably will be in better shape.

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[jesser]

Ick. I hate waiting on a shower when I really really need one. Hope it got fixed quick.