I have had better Augusts.

On 8/7 our downstairs AC unit went out hours after I got some rather unpleasant news (which I will not discuss at the moment—I’ll explain once I have more details) which pretty much kept us running around like headless chickens for the last three weeks. Repairing the AC unit is just not in the budget right now so we have two window units keeping downstairs tolerable (I am very, very grateful that temps have dropped back into double digits here in the clavicle of Texas), and I have had three meetings regarding The Unpleasant News and have three more to come.

If that wasn’t enough, last night Lyndon’s truck decided to crap out. We tried jump-starting it and putting in a new battery (which it needed anyway—the old one was leaking goo), neither of which worked. Lyndon can hotwire it so it’s not the starter motor. At this point we’re not sure what’s going on so he’s trying to research garages in the area in between calls, and once he makes his choice we’ll get it towed over there and let the Pros from Dover take a crack at it.

On the plus side this is the first time we’ve ever had serious trouble with the truck, and it’s 17 years old so that’s pretty damn good. On the minus side, we really didn’t need another expense right now. Last night he said, “We’re good people, right? We haven’t pissed anyone off, have we? So why is all of this happening to us at once?” I said I didn’t know why, but apparently five planets are retrograde right now so maybe that’s futzing with the ether.

So, yeah, things are a little hectic here in Casa Fletcher at the moment. If I owe you a project, you will get it. It will just take a little longer than I expected.