Yes the post title’s daft, but I can’t overcome my affection for Silver Age Marvel alliterative titles like “The Agony and the Anthill.”
First the dizziness: hasn’t gone away. Got very bad Monday, which may reflect that I’d just gotten off the anti-nausea meds. By today it’s back to manageable levels. Still sucks; I have a physical therapy session Monday as that can sometimes speed up the recovery.
Second, the dishwasher: once again we have been denied our wonderful, gleaming new energy efficient dishwasher. The delivery crew a couple of weeks back — the first failed attempt — didn’t tell us we needed to have the electrical outlet under our current dishwasher removed so the new one would fit (the junction box will go to the side, under the sink). And they weren’t electricians so back it went to the warehouse again. The service center assured us if we got an electrician in we could have the dishwasher installed a couple of days later. When I called back after making the electrician appointment, they now told me nope, not until March 22nd, period. So I canceled the electrician and will reschedule closer to the date. I am very, very unimpressed by Home Depot so far.
And then there’s the dogs. TYG’s schedule required much extra dog care on my part this week. That wouldn’t have been so bad except the weather turned cold and Wisp started coming in during the day. Dealing with three pets is invariably more complicated, particularly as Trixie gets a little jealous if I don’t give her lots of petting too. And Wisp, instead of sleeping out the way on the back of the couch—
—insisted on sitting in my lap which is way more distracting. Especially when my leg winds up wedged between her and Trixie.
Work went okay, but not much beyond okay. I corrected one of the articles I wrote for a new client, did several Leafs and submitted one short story. I did some more research reading on urban fantasy and worked a little on Don’t Pay the Merryman. I also got another couple of chapters done on my Southern Discomfort rewrite. That was about it — the dizziness and the dishwasher frustration made Tuesday pretty much a wash.
Oh, but I did have a couple of Atomic Junkshop posts out — one on Marvel at the end of 1964, one on why superhero teams took 30 years to become a big deal.
#SFWApro. Cover by John Buscema, all rights to images remain with current holders.
