As if, after having little nice to say about my father on his 100th birthday, he reached from beyond the grave to teach me a lesson (and keeping pictures from posting), everything sort of fell apart for me in the past 24 hours.
The furnace motor has a bad bearing - I think - the motor either squeals or rattles when starting. It's 7 degrees. It started Friday night of a 3 day weekend. I don't have enough money in my checking account to cover the repair if I have an emergency call, so I'll live with the noise until the rates drop. That holds true even if the thing just seizes and I have to resort to space heaters.
Water from ice dam melt - yes, I've been chipping ice for two weeks straight and, again, it's 7 degrees, yet the ice seems to melt (and yet grow larger, defying laws of reason, if not nature) - is running between the shingles on the outside of the house. Not yet on the inside, fortunately. But there's going to be damage, and probably mold. Not covered by insurance.
My mold allergies haven't been too bad lately. Because... it's 7 degrees. Remember? I've said it twice. Yet, I seem to be wheezing again. I should get it checked out. My health insurance has lapsed, however.
I've been getting in the miles of training each day, more as a sanity check than anything else. I've ripped my favorite tights, my favorite wind pants, my favorite turtle-necked tee and one of my favorite gloves all in the past week. Being able to afford either heating the house or new clothes, I'm digging out running clothes that are from companies that haven't been around in 20 years (remember Bill Rodgers wear? New Zealand?); I should be in a lime green polyester tracksuit by Friday.
It's supposed to be cold today, tomorrow, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. [This site says 26 degress Monday! Woohoo!] I'm looking forward to seeing weather reports tonight to see the predictions for next Saturday already. My favorite indoor places to run are all closed. I can't get to them anyway. The car won't start.
I am not handling the little stressors well. Gonna be a rough week...
Going up the country
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