Ooooo That Smell
I woke up yesterday out of the most wonderful dream—I had my head on the shoulder of my old love. It was nice, pleasant, and I wished I could go back to sleep. I then spent the rest of the day in a very nice mood—that is up until last night.
I started to smell the oddest odor coming from my basement. It smelled like plastic burning. I searched the basement and discovered it was coming from my main breaker box. Now I'm panic stricken. I got on the Internet and started a search, "Funny smell coming from my breaker box." And believe it or not, I actually got hits. Turns out this could be a big problem—No kidding, I'm thinking. Fortunately, one of Dad's friends is a certified electrician. And the guy happens to live only a few houses away from me. I rush to his house.
"John, I think my house is going to burn down," I begin. He says he doesn't see any flames. Everybody has to be a comedian. Anyway, I explain to him what's going on—the funny smell and all. He gets his tools and comes back to my house. Turns out the main line coming into the house was arcing—and it's aluminum. The wire was loose, so he tightens it. But I really need to have all new stuff put in. So that's what I'm doing on Wednesday. But at least I know this guy, and he's really cutting me a break. I'm getting a new wire from the meter into the house, a new breaker box with all new breakers, a dedicated line to dryer and one to the furnace for around $500. Not bad. It may be a little more. But he's doing it for cost. Thank God for such great friends.
Anyway, that was my day yesterday. My workout this morning seemed grueling. Maybe because I was so stressed out yesterday. I felt kind of nauseated. I felt like I had no strength. And I ate too much over the weekend. In fact I've been eating too much for a while now. So I'm back to writing everything down. And I'm drinking more water.
What a great start to my week. Just went I think things might be OK, bam. The shit hits the fan.
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