I had a really productive day today.
I woke up early (6am – thanks so much 0430 wake ups for ruining my definition of sleeping in for the rest of forever) and ran a 10k before walking my dogs another 5k. There’s nothing like doubling your move goal before 10am.
After lunch I slathered on the icy-hot and settled in to work on my paper. I’m steadily chipping away at it. Hilariously, I tweeted about not wanting to write the paper only to have six bots offer to write it for me almost instantly. I think I’ll pass on those offers.
I finished decorating my tree this afternoon too. It makes me so happy. Everything on that tree has special meaning. And it just makes my house so much cheerier. I’m so glad I decided to decorate early this year.
And then, when I went to feed my dogs, the light in my garage didn’t come on. After I turned on the manual light, I flipped some breakers yet couldn’t get the garage door to work. Which isn’t great considering both my cars are in there. I had a minor freak out, called my husband and decided I would deal with it tomorrow. I knew I could always manually open the door.
But of course that didn’t sit well with me at all. So I went back out and started messing with the motor. I got that to work, but still couldn’t get the control by the door to work. So back to google I went. After finding a trouble shooting guide, I jumped to the last step and removed the control from the wall. As I did, the door kept opening and closing, but not in response to my pressing the button. I got it off, touched the wires together and tada it worked. So the new control is on its way and I’ll replace it Tuesday night.
Y’all. I’m so proud of myself for figuring this out. It seems like something always goes wrong when my husband is gone. Our mini-fridge broke on one trip. The drainage pipe from our garbage disposal came undone on another. And this time the garage door control. And I have fixed every single one. There is power in that.