Grump Central Archive: Week of 14 January 2018
Saturday, 20 January 2018
A low of 36 last night is predicted to be followed by a high in the 50s today, which is most welcome! Meanwhile, as I'd predicted back in November last year, when this whole mess started going down, the buyers have offered to expand their monthly "allowance." My lawyer has advised them that is unacceptable. Of course, this happens on a Friday afternoon—as it nearly always does—leaving two days of inactivity before any further progress. I really hate weekends.
Friday, 19 January 2018
Given the lack of progress on the property contract, I advised my lawyer to inform the buyers that my patience is quickly running out, and any further radio silence will result in a cancelled contract. Enough is effing enough.
Thursday, 18 January 2018
Radio silence has been half-broken: my lawyer has informed me that he's been unable to get in touch with their lawyer. Which is so typical. That got old a couple of years ago already.
Wednesday, 17 January 2018
Back to white. Back to cold. Back to radio silence and depression. Right now my only joy is my family.
Tuesday, 16 January 2018
My sympathies go out to those missing a limb—with a mangled left index finger, I've virtually lost the use of my left hand, which severely impacts nearly every ordinary activity. The worst: socks.
Monday, 15 January 2018
My life in a single word: wait. Wait for the cold to end. Wait for the holiday to pass. Wait for an injury to heal. Wait for some glimpse of my future.
Sunday, 14 January 2018
Back in the freezer. As the days blend together, I feel as though I've become one of the trees that surround me: alive yet totally still, devoid of thought or feeling, presently bearing the outward appearance of lifelessness.
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