One piece of good news about something that’s been worrying you can make a world of difference in a day which would otherwise have you seriously questioning all of the life choices that brought you to this point. Thank goodness for that good (-ish) news.
I want to reach a point where “it can’t get any more hectic and stressed,” but the gods take that as a challenge. The joys of home ownership. After being driven partially insane by a beeping noise every 31.6 seconds, I finally tracked it down to a low battery alarm with the battery backup system on the garage door opener. Fine, I know that I’m busier than God, but how hard can this be to open up and replace the battery? (Turns out once you find the helpful YouTube video with this exact same unit, it will be a five minute task. I hope!) But first you have to find out what kind of battery. So I went looking for an online manual, for which I need to know the exact model number, or at least the series. Turns out LiftMaster makes a ton of different models. But I’m stubborn (which is very similar to being pig-headed) so that’s done, the battery’s here, and as soon as I have five minutes I’ll try to get rid of that freakin’ beeping sound. Maybe Saturday? Oh, crap, I’m at a work event all day Saturday. Sunday?
May is one of those months for me. Board meetings and Committee meetings and grant reports and some of our tax returns and licencing reporting are all due. Audit is starting, our community and fundraising events are starting, and it’s DEADLINES A GO-GO!
I need a nap.
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