I'm going to complain. I need a bit of a bitch session. I'm allowed. Right?
My neck is killing me! Literally. Friday night I must have slept wrong on it. I woke up Saturday morning and could barely move it. And last night I slept like shit. Every time I moved I'd get a zinging pain up my neck and across my right shoulder blade.
And I'm fighting a cold to boot.
The house is good. I'm not going to complain about that. Though I could.
Alright just a little...
Saturday we found 7 busted pipes. That's what you get when you buy a foreclosure. That's the risk. My buddy, a fantastic plumber and all-around- handyman fixed every single one and is coming back today to test some more. (We only got through the cold water.) Oh well. Hopefully we'll have running water today.
Yet I had fun buying stuff yesterday: new sheets for the guest bedroom, a steam cleaner for the hardwood floors, some more lighting and all my major appliances.
Oh and remember when I had problems with the Volvo making front-end noises? It's back. On Saturday it made a popping noise followed by a loud grinding noise like metal against metal. I was afraid to drive it but then it went away. I need to call the dealer today. I have no time to get it down there. I'm swamped with meetings today yet need a car to get over to the house either at lunch or at least after work. They're just going to have to give me a loaner. They should have fixed it right the first time.
I also need to get into the chiropractor for my neck. What a pain.