Stuology

I’ve been feeling like run-down crap all day. Coffee has not perked me up. My sinuses were full of pressure when I woke up, and while that is gone, I have this in-the-middle-of-my-head all-day throbbing. Tylenol will not banish it.

About half an hour ago, I heard the gate at the top of the stairs shut and open. Or open and bang against the wall. And then walking. Our floor creeks, and you can hear people upstairs walking. I thought that Mac was home from his day in KC, so I went upstairs to greet him. The only thing moving is the ceiling fan and two Amityville flies buzzing against a window pane. After a walk through the house, I went into the garage. The car is gone, but the non-garage door light is on. Maybe he came and then turned around and left. And turned the light on in the process. Hopefully. I’ll find out when he gets home. Again.

We joke about our appliance-breaking poltergeist. If another appliance breaks, I will be suspiciously annoyed. If I go upstairs and my kitchen chairs are stacked on my table, we are moving out.