I don’t run on Mondays, so my only obligation was to be up by 10:00 because the guy from the oil company was company to clean the furnace.
So I enjoyed the Yankees’ fourth consecutive win, and then settled in for a peaceful night’s slumber without needing to set the alarm clock.
Until I was rudely awakened at 7:30 this morning by a pounding at the front door.
One of The House on the Hill’s most popular features is the lack of a doorbell. It befuddles solicitors, and usually sends them scurrying on their way without pestering me.
I also latch my screen door, which prevents anyone from knocking on the front door.
But this person was pounding away at the screen door like he either had the most urgent news to deliver, or was extremely eager to being the process of murdering me.
I crawled out of bed, and peeked out the hallway window. The service van from the heating oil company was parked in my driveway.
Two and a half hours early.
I stumbled down the stairs, still in my pajamas, glasses not on, and glowered at the blurry, overly peppy guy who was out on my porch.
He excitedly told me that he had a cancellation and wanted to get my job out of the way if it was alright with me.
Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something very important?
So I let him into the basement to do his thing.
There’s a stranger with a toolbox in the house. I’ve seen and written enough scary movies to know you don’t let down your guard in that scenario.
Plus, he made so much noise, which led to the cats freaking out.
I had breakfast, watched TV, and told the skittish kitties a hundred times that the man in the basement was not there to hurt them.
Now that he’s gone, after what sounded like an hour and a half of vacuuming and trudging up and down the basement stairs, I’m too awake to return to slumber land.
I decided to go for a long walk to burn off my bagel, and to give that icky, oily smell in the basement some time to dissipate.
The good news is, it gave me a jump start on my day, and inspired a blog post.
The bad news is, I’m not as handsome as I should be because I lost out on two hours of beauty sleep.
But at least that chore is out of the way, so there is one less stranger in the house to worry about over my vacation.
Now that my brain is in creative mode, I can switch gears and get to work on the second episode of my TV series. Does the show need a bubbly maintenance guy who shows up at all hours to add a little levity?
No, it does not. I might not have gotten a full night’s sleep, but I’m not that tired.
Even vacations have Mondays.
Hope your Monday is off to an exciting start!