Trying to get my butt into gear... While tidying up from a minor water related disaster in the showroom above the shop, the beater bar on the vac decided to short out, smoking like crazy. There was a switch for it on the wand, but I didn't know where it was, and Brenda dived for the plug to cut the power before "it bursts into flames!" She came down on her bad knee and sprained it. We dropped into the hospital last night about the witching hour when she couldn't take the pain any more, and there was nobody there except the cleaners and the night staff. Imagine....no waiting....no drama. Just walk in and medical professionals are there to to take care of you! Ahh...the advantages of rural living.
So she is sitting on the chesterfield with her coffee and being annoyed with life in general. And rightly so.
Guess what, its raining. Again. I am getting heartily tired of the rain.
Oh well, at least I am not shoveling it.