So, we came home from our honeymoon to a malfunctioning air conditioner. Yes, if you memorize every single event in my life (and why wouldn't you?) that would be the air conditioning unit we had replaced at great cost, and by "cost" I mean not only actual dollars, but hassle factor, discomfort and fuckwittage, only last August. Now, in the overall scheme of things I realize it's not that big a deal; no one is dying or homeless or anything, but sometimes I feel so discouraged. It's like I can never be happy for longer than a few minutes before Fate wallops me. We've just spent a great deal of money on our wedding and ancillary matters, we splurged on a couple of nice dinners out because we were, well, on our honeymoon! and now this. Adding to my worry is that we each took 5 days off in the period right before and after our wedding, for last-minute details and recovery and such, and another week off for our honeymoon, so I'm very, VERY behind at work and it's inconvenient-to-impossible for either of us to take another day off from work right now to sit around waiting on the repair people. It might not be just a day, either - they had to make 5 or 6 return visits during the last AC fiasco.

There is further the fact that since November, there has been hardwood flooring sitting in the pool room [the room where I have the pool table, not a room with an actual pool] waiting for us to install it. After our initial surge of work (the hallway), wedding stuff consumed so much of our weekend time, month after month, that we agreed to forget it until we were married. So, now we're married and back from our honeymoon, so we had plans with my parents for them to come up and help us. But now we still can't work on the floors because we have to get the AC situation dealt with first; it's bad enough to ask The Rents to help rip out old, nasty carpet and crawl around installing flooring, but I can't ask them to do it in 85-degree heat.

I had other, more fun and diverting stuff to write about, like the Stanley Cup, the visit my skanky neighbors received from The Long Arm Of The Law, yesterday afternoon spent hanging out with The Boss at his country club, etc. but I can't concentrate or form the words. I'm far too busy fretting about the AC situation and what bills may come, even though fretting won't change a thing.