Oh. . . I Fogot. . . $$$$. . . Everyone Got Paid

Up early.  I have to be at my mother's house at eight to meet the HVAC repair guy.  

Cabaret.  

When the coffee was ready, I poured a big cup and grabbed my computer.  No internet.  I called Spectrum.  This time it wasn't my equipment.  The whole area was out.  Sitting alone in the dark with my coffee thinking I should have stayed in bed.  

Selavy.  

Oh--the irrigation pipe repair only took three hours.  The guy dug for two hours through thick jasmine and camphor tree roots trying to get to the leak.  He used six tools including an electric saw.  After two hours, he had exposed about eight inches of pipe.  The tree root had grown up under it so that when he cut the pvc, it popped.  The two ends of the irrigation pipe were no longer in line.  For the next hour, he used every piece of pvc connector pipe he had trying to jigsaw together a way to connect them.  In the end, the pipe looked like a tinker toy creation.  

11:30.  I had to meet the HVAC guy at my house between one and three.  I thought I would have time to go to the gym.  About a quarter way through my workout, though, I got a text.  The repairman was on his way.  I jumped in the car and scooted home.  

Of course the guy didn't show up until after one.  I can't get a break.  

He finished up at three.  I showered and did some other quick ablutions and then drove over to see my mother.  I sat with her while she ate dinner, then I went to the grocers to get what I needed for dinner.  

Six o'clock--Negroni.  

Etc. 

Today will be much the same.  

That picture at the top is what A.I. will make if you let it.  It is nothing like the original photo I was using.  After some "reasoning" with it, I got this. 

Not quite what I was after.  

I've gotten tired of wrangling with it, so I decided to give it a rest and work only with old photographs.  I had two photos of a man in the rural part of the county where I was going to college that I took for my first photo class at the university.  I let A.I. do the rest.  

That was pretty cool, I thought, so I used two photos of the photographer I had at hand.  Oh, WTF was he wearing?  He was such a kid, skinny little hippie.  

But I really don't have much time for that now.  Or anything other than taking care of "things."  

Fortunately, the internet has come back on, so I will be able to post before going to my mother's.  If only A.I. could do it for me.