Lingering URI and a night without sleep last night. Steroid, benzo perles, Vicks in steam, hot tea with honey, and Ricola wild cherry drops, and in spite of everything I coughed instead of slept. Turns out that being awake at sunrise was the right thing on this particular morning.
Around 5:30, I checked the email from Home Depot and saw that the toilet was going to be picked up by a gig driver for a UPS company and delivered soon after. Hitting refresh again and again, I saw the completion of each step as Juan drove to the nearest store, picked up the product at 6:15, and began the drive west along the four-lane highway. I followed the moving icon as it took the exit nearest home and steadily proceeded toward us. When it reached the final turnoff into the development, I opened the garage door and watched a pair of headlights approaching on our street, right on cue.
Juan stopped his dark red Acura 4x4 some 20-25 feet short of the garage, ignoring my invitation to park closer, and opened the back end. Picking up the box containing the toilet, he carried it into the garage and set it down next to the township trash receptacle. I leaned hard against the box to create a little more space between them, and barely budged it.
We paid the deposit to the flooring company and were told they'd have to order the product and fit us in their schedule, estimating 4 to 6 weeks before they could get started and another week before completion. Later in the day, a local company notified us of their estimate to fix the crack in our driveway plus resurfacing it. Five more paychecks to go in my working career, and each looks like they'll be easy come and easy go. But we can't let the house look like it's falling apart, so we spend for the lawn, the landscaping, the driveway, the external signs that people who care live there.
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