Strangling the muse

How often do you have your day planned and then have a monkey wrench thrown into the gears?

I had planned to do some heavy duty writing today. I really want to get my next wolfie finished. Then, I discovered I had no hot water. Now there was a distinct possiblility that I'd run our of heating oil. ('We have baseboard hot water heat.) (We also have a 1000 gallon tank buried in the backyard with no oil gague so I have no idea how much oil is in it.) I called my regular service but they couldn't deliver before Monday because they only had one delivery person today --- in Williamsport only. So I found the phone book and started calling. First two - no answer. Third, no guarantee of delivery today. Fourth, I got a very nice man who now has my business because his oil was only $4.27.9 a gallon. (ACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Anyway, oil truck comes - I still have over 400 gallons of oil. ( I got 150 gallons anyway because who knows how much it will cost once the weather starts turning cold.)

This means there's something wrong with the furnace. So, I called that nice man back only he was in a meeting. The woman I talked to was also nice and said she'd either call me back or have their repairman call me. That was at noon.

Two o'clock, no phone call. So, I called them back. The woman answered but gave the phone to the nice man who was back from his meeting. He promised to have a man out today. Five minutes later, he called back to let me know the repairmans' schedule so I wouln't get worried when he didn't show up right away.

I'm prettey sure the furnace will be fixed, but, damn, the hassle threw a bucket of cold water on my muse.

Don't you just love a day like this?