The law of probability, as described by my father: “Seven accidents happen over the course of the week. The probability that all of them happen on the same day is seven times higher than having them happen once a day.”
I have no idea if it’s right, because I hated probability laws in school and I fought against them the way one fights against the most terrible injustice. But I can tell you that in the last two weeks:
- garbage disposal in the island had to be replaced
- baseboards in the kitchen have to be replaced. Delilah the Doberman is the culprit. She developed a charming habit of biting the water and then spitting it out. Gordon purchased a no-spill water dish, so we solved it, but baseboard is kaput
- chimneys had to be swept
- front door needs to be replaced
- Gordon’s PC suffered catastrophic disk failure. It’s always fun when you access the BIOS settings to see your boot options and the computer looks back at you and says, “HDD? What is HDD?” We bought a new PC because we are on a deadline and we have zero time to screw around with it.
- and the coup de grace, downstairs HVAC must be replaced. It is a huge bill, over $10,000, and they’ve been trying to install the new system since yesterday and it is clearly defective. We’re having a storm tomorrow. Right now we are heating the downstairs with the fireplaces.
I decided that Oliver has the right idea. I need a basket.
Also. The book sucks. Which is actually normal at this stage, but it’s not contributing to my sense of well-being in any way at the moment.
But such is life. 🙂 It can always be worse and I am glad it isn’t. And now that I have vented, I am going to get a glass of water and kidnap my husband for a long writing session.