Our 17-year old refrigerator stopped working in October. Later that month, my wife and I bought a new one with a delivery date set for 1/9. When the delivery arrived, the men said they could not get it through the door. The kitchen has a glass sliding door. I was terrified about the prospect of having to take the door(s) off myself. I typically fail at such undertakings. They left the fridge in the garage and I called for a service call on 1/14 to bring the fridge in the house on that date. with the sliding glass door open, there was 32" of opening. The fridge required 32 - 1/2". On Wednesday, I spent one hour learning how to remove the door(s), both the sliding part and the fixed part. At 10:24 AM on Thursday, 1/14, the delivery driver called, stating he would arrive in one half hour. By 10:30, I had both the doors removed from the opening. By 11AM, the refrigerator was in the house and by 11:10, I had the doors back in place working properly.
It was what, maybe in the 60s outside overnight? Had the AC running also as usual. I wore a very light sweater, pajama pants, and my ultra thick fleece bathrobe to bed. To add, I covered myself with a blanket, fleece cover, and one of those throw blankets I received when I donated blood.
Today, did I wake up covered in sweat? You beat I didn't. I actually woke up like they do in commercials, all warm and toasty and feeling like you've been sleeping on a fluffy cloud. I chalk it up to being tortured just over 13 years ago in basic training when they would make us wake up in the middle of the freezing night to shovel snow around the buildings. That Chicago wind is no joke, and my body still remembers.
Alright I once transcended the pinnacle of inner Zen as a young boy in grade 5 or 6. Once it was while defecating in the boy's bathroom; and idk about anyone else but I felt like my soul travelled all of existence.
Today, I did laundry, played ACV, changed the linen on my bed, watched episodes of the Office, watched Fury, ironed my work clothes, packed up the trash to go out to the curb tomorrow and played Squad for about an hour and a half.
When I was a kid I would keep sneaking out of church and-or Sunday school. One day one of the deacons caught me and said, and I quote, that if I didn’t stop skipping church I’d get “drop kicked by Jesus”.