Thoughts On Ice
It’s 12/12/12. You’ll have to wait just over 89 years until New Year’s Day 2101 for the next ‘triplet’ for a date.
A cold front moved through has it has been chilly along the Gulf Coast, which is not pleasant in an area designed to deal with air conditioning. My rehab had to wait while I bought a new heater for my Mother, as her gas heater was malfunctioning. Of course, almost immediately after I set up the electric heater, the gas heater decided to behave and function normally.
At the rehab, I should be finished this week as a kitchen floor is all I have left. There are several things I want to do, but I won’t because the person moving in would like to get on with their life, and I’m frankly more than tired of working on the place.
It will be another ‘four cat night’ as Ringo has decided that outside is not where she wants to be in temperatures that start with the numbers 3 or 4.
Today I was moving a 220 volt socket, and I hate working with 220 as it can kill you. Regular 110 will give you a jolt, but the 220 is all for high amperage use so I make sure people can’t access the electrical panel after I kill the power to the circuit. I know from personal experience that people don’t read signs, so I lock the box.