Waiting

Lisa called yesterday so we could get our "one day" with Jose.

Dana just called, he's on his way, maybe an hour out, depending on traffic... so that means he could be here as late at 11am for a full day of work.

What a crock of shit. The dark lord is a liar.

Jose will need to fix the draft under the island and the kitchen cabinets. Bet that takes all day.

I hate all of this... just want those fuckers out of my life so that I stop having these flashbacks of anger and hate.

Of course, looking at the water pool on the second story deck doesn't help. Or the water pooling in the gutters. Or the two dozen other small things that probably can't be fixed anyway.

The fact that we had to buy a space heater for downstairs is a pain, too. Looks like we're going to need to get a ceiling fan for the family room in hopes of forcing the hot air down that way.

I love my house.

I hate my house.

Welcome back to my world.