I am working hard on the yard and the pool to get the city off my back about missing repair deadlines that they didn’t actually set before. I paid their stinking 500 dollar ticket for having water in the pool while away on vacation. I am in a race to save the pool and not have the city send in a contractor to remove it at my expense since I can’t even afford to go on insulin for diabetes. I should be upset. I am probably going to lose this race.
But I am happily working on the pool when I can in the buff. Let ’em come and check on me and be shocked. I can still whistle Disney songs and think writer thoughts while I work. I am not insane. Merely coping. Three days to make the pool hold water. And it could rain all three of those days. Oh, well. I am wearing my drip-dry work clothes.