Trying hard...

The day was a struggle to prevent throwing myself a full- blown, black-tie "pity party" with all the fixin's.

A phone number provided last night by Galina put me in touch with a husband-and-wife team to help unload the truck. The three of us unloaded the beast in just under two hours, although Cthulhu alone might know where individual items might be.

Returning the truck was so frustrating—between the insufferable heat, maneuvering the truck and its trailer through what turned out to be a too-small gasoline station, and having the Infiniti fail to start initially when it came to driving it off the trailer—that I locked the bloody key inside!

In the end, when I related it all to Galina by phone, we had a good laugh.

Work will have to wait until tomorrow. I am well and truly to knackered.

Cheers...

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