I came home to discover still no hot water - the rain has dampened the electrics in the boiler room and we won't get a replacement until today. The house was very clean, though, thanks to Pamela.
And I decided I should take an LJ break for a while, say until Sunday or Monday, partially because I feel like I'm shouting into the void, and partially bcause I'm feeling like people are thinking that by reading what I write they're actually keeping in touch with me - despite not actually keeping in touch with me. I'm thinking (and this has happened before, that I've had this thought) that if I cut of what is mistakenly seen as "my end of the conversation," they (or someone) will realize we're not having any conversation at all. I know that listening to myself talk certainly isn't a conversation. It's lonely.
Anyway, wish me warm water soon, and I think I'm going to try to deal with my extreme disaffection at work by taking Thursday as a WFH day, if only I could find someone who would not WFH with me and maybe go to an art museum or something. I know I'll never go by myself; I'm just too pathetically a social creature, and I feel kind of cut off right now.
Also, my last purchase from America showed up today. Isn't it ... terrifying?