I just realized that today is a Day of Repair.
First of all, we are getting new garage doors. FINALLY! We have double doors, and I have backed into my side twice. Once was truly all my fault. Tom’s door was open and I mistook the ample amount of light in the garage to be MY door that was open. WHAMMO! I still remember the neighbor driving by looking at me like, “What in the world????” The other time I backed into it, the door hadn’t gone all the way up and WHAMMO! The door opener was messed up and I couldn’t see the door in my rearview mirror, so I am not going to take full fault for that one.
Next, I’m getting my hair cut for the first time since my visit to the Loony Bin. It really needs it. I kind of like it being long enough to pull back, but the bangs are out of control. I feel like a sheep dog.
And, lastly, I visit my psychiatrist today. I don’t really have any complaints or issues, so it probably doesn’t really qualify as a “repair” per se, but more of a maintenance check. Still that’s close enough that I’m counting it.
As long as they go smoothly, repairs always make me feel so much better. Let’s hope I don’t come out of the salon with a mullet.