It is 1:30 on a beautiful day and I long to go outside and play. I have grass to cut, gardens to groom, rock to move. I becoming increasingly agitated as I sit here held prisoner through no fault of mine. Direct TV is here changing out the dish to accommodate HD on local channels. You would think it would have been a simple change over. This has been over FIVE hours now!
FIVE LONG HOURS. No shower for me this morning. No coffee in peace with my computer. FIVE hours of listening to the sports channel. Seems to be the channel of choice to hook up with. All THREE TV's are on and the dogs are pinned up in the kitchen WHINING. FIVE HOURS. He is not done yet. I am walking behind him and turning off TVs, but the dogs are going bonkers from being pinned up behind a piece of pegboard with my chair against it to prevent escape.
I have cleaned everything I can reach while he is in here. I have changed all the sheets and I have washed all the dishes. I have dusted and I have vacuumed. I am losing it as my day is slowly, ever so slowly drifting away. FIVE HOURS of my life I will NEVER get back.