I'd have said 'short and sweet' except I don't know that there's much 'sweet' about it. Short and simple, I guess.
It was a heckuva way to spend a Friday. First there was the blood test - even after all these years I still detest the things. She was good, fortunately, and didn't have to drill for oil, but I still detest 'em.
Then it was the knee x-ray. Now, that's not painful or anything, but the nuisance of waiting around meant I wasn't doing things I needed / wanted to do. But I understand the way they have to fit in emergency cases and whatnot, so... as long as I got my turn, that was all that mattered. Which I did.
Then there was another round with the paving contractor. So far they have yet to show us a job in the color we would want, and I'm approaching the point where I'm about to say 'Let's just forget it. We'll get tarmac.' But Himself desperately wants to see 'the real thing,' so we spent the rest of the afternoon driving halfway across the country. It took us an hour to find the place (this contractor never seems to get the street names right, or spell them right, or uses predictive text and lets it go at that, or something) and then, sure enough, not the right color.
Well, I think it IS the right color: that is, it's not the right color for our house, but it's the color that we thought was a different shade of brown. Rather than take a chance on it being wrong and being stuck with a monumental eyesore (the famous 'curb appeal' would be non-existent, for starters), I'm now pushing for 'Get it resurfaced with macadam / tarmac and be done with it.' Mmrph.
Coming home we run into rush hour. Friday night traffic. O joy. So supper's late and I am out of time to do some things I so wanted to get done TODAY.
Am I grumping? Eh. I'll survive.
At any rate, it's short, it's not sweet, it's relatively simple, and I'm closing up shop. Goodnight, Sparklers, wherever you are--!