I am scared to go home.
The Air Conditioner is supposedly working, but I'm just sure if I go home and try to work it will stop again.
It's been an unsettling six days. My nerves are frayed. My sleep has been erratic. It turns out I just tried 9 ways to spell erratic before I got it right.
My house if filthy. that's what happens when you've got doors open at night for six days. And dogs panting and restless from heat.
Everyone stopped eating. Eric didn't eat for 29 hours or something. The dogs left food in their bowls... left food!
It will probably take 6 plus hours of cleaning to get it all up and I have ... 40 people coming over on Saturday.
Sigh.
Time to face the dragon.
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