It’s yet another gray day here. But… it’s Friday. What does that mean?
Absolutely nothing. I’ve decided life’s all one weekend right now.
Sadly, while I’d love to spend Friday high as a kite and socializing with friends, today is a human day. I have to leave the house. First, I need to be out for the appraisal. Agent said “you don’t even need to leave, you can just go sit in your car”. However, I think I’ll go to Walmart instead. I have a small, one-stop shopping list of miscellaneous stuff.
Second, I have no one to socialize with.
In the continuing saga of the fucking handrails…
Thursday morning 
Thursday Night 
Friday Morning
Agent messaged yesterday morning to let me know they were pushing out the handrail repairs again – 20 minutes after they were supposed to be here. Last night, almost 12 hours later, she messages again. Can they tomorrow at 8 am? They don’t want to inconvenience you. WTF. Yes, fine, do whatever you need to do. I just want you to put the frickin handrails up, get the loan approved, and get me out of this godforsaken house.
It is now 9:34 am. No one is here.
Shawshank has decreed that today is Friyay. I think that’s a wonderful day.
