I left my notebook at the house, so I thought I’d write for a bit on one of the hotel’s little notepads.

I forgot to mention that I woke up Sunday morning at 7:30, and immediately I could smell the rain. Yeah, we had our first rain out at our place, where I am now since we bought it. It wasn’t much of a storm. It was so windy that it didn’t last long, nor did it rain very hard.

This morning I awoke on my own and went downstairs for coffee. I got up at 9:30, so I missed breakfast.

Tom came in about a half-hour later and we went to the Circle K by the hotel. This one’s kind of annoying cuz the employees are always in the way mopping floors and stocking shelves.

After we grabbed some sandwiches and a few snacks, we headed home to find out good news and bad news.

The good news was that not only did the inspector return, the house passed inspection. He was also friendlier this time, too. Not so snobby. He had been pressured cuz of the holiday stress.

What was the source of the bad news? The well, as usual. Actually, it was both good and bad news. It was good that the fucking idiots got it done after so long (and the fuckers have said it’d only take three days! Ha!), but he couldn’t get the pump going. After testing everything out, it all proved to be OK and operable. It’s just that the stupid cock was unprepared and unorganized, as usual. The fuck didn’t have a high-powered enough generator to start the damn thing. APS promised they’d install our meter box one business day after we called them once we passed inspection, which means they should be out tomorrow if they keep their word. So, as unbelievable as it is to finally have some electricity, we should have it tomorrow. Shithead Dan said to call him on his cell phone when we get electricity. Tom hopes that once we have regular electricity, everything will run fine and we can move in tomorrow, but I don’t know. I can see us having electricity, but water? I doubt it. I’m sure there’ll be some problem as always.

After this shit’s taken care of, I wonder how long we’ll have to wait for a washer and a dryer? Will we have to fight tooth and nail for that, too? It wouldn’t surprise me. I already told Teresa it’d be quite likely that we’d need to use their washer and dryer for a week or two after finally moving in.