Trouble Is Everywhere

So, yesterday on my way out the door I noticed the landlord had put a notice above the mailbox, indicating that there were going to be testing the firealarms on Monday, all day, and also they may need access to people's apartments. I guess that counts as 48 hours notice.
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In more pleasant news, I hope to get out to the Legislative Library tomorrow because they have things I want in the treasure room. They don't let me in the treasure room because they are horrible mean people, but they will bring me things from there. Then they hand me pretty pretty white gloves and let me touch things. (Or maybe not this time - I think I actually just need access to Hansard, which is in pretty bound books in the building across the street, and they make me sit in a small room with poor lighting while I go through things.)

Oh, since I am apparently randomly babbling at 4:30 in the morning.

( Check out this gift Don got for his birthday last year )

Oh 3 a.m. It's been a mere 24 hours since you last darkened my experiences. *sigh* Insomnia is more fun when it involves baking cookies.

The wheelchair repair people showed up today, took the wheelchair away, and assured us that we'd hear by by this afternoon about how long it would take to fix, and what it would cost.

At 3:30 Don called them to find out what was up, and was told "Oh, no, we're not even going to look at it before Monday."
( this is random life-blethering, mostly very down )

Okay, enough of that. Tomorrow = free trial yoga, perhaps Mandatory Togetherness Time with Katie & Emmy, and Don has promised I can buy a new book. (He has also, cleverly, told me which book I can buy from my "I MUST HAVE THIS BOOK OR I WILL DIE RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW" list, because otherwise book buying will take three days and a pony.)

Here, have a picture of a cow (and me!):