My mid-week break from the 2-mile walk I do with Lauren landed on the right day for my alarm to fail to wake me. The past-midnight site-outage effort caught up with me in the morning. I slept through the iPhone alarm (which did work) and the MiniPod (which for some reason did not.) It was Lauren's movements before heading out the door that woke me. I got up, weighed in (down), did a set of 25 pushups (a new atomic habit started this week), and waved her off. We walked the dog early and in hindsight that was a mistake, as I could have/should have used the time for mediation. It's easier when the house is quiet. I managed a few critical follow-up tasks from last night's work issues and headed to SRC for the morning. But before I made it out of the neighborhood the yellow 'low tire pressure' light gave me a reason to pull over. They were not THAT low but clearly low enough to trigger the warning. So I just bit the bullet and drove to the nearby gas station, only to find their pump was out of service. Fine, I thought, I'll return home, I'm close, and I have an air compressor there. Only once I got there and set things up it wasn't working either. So I just used a bike pump, threw it in the car in case it was needed again, and headed out once more. The light turned off before the end of the street. I checked the tire and found no clear obvious reason for a leak but that just means whatever might have caused it didn't lodge into and stay in the tire. We'll see how things go tomorrow. I felt good about rolling with the series of issues. From the work issues last night to oversleeping to the tire issue and the compressor failure, I just kept the focus on doing what I could at each juncture instead of being upset about something I could not have controlled. Still, these instances have a habit of chipping away at me. That's why meditation is such a focus and priority. It's keeping me sane. Linda was as incommunicative as could be. It was a struggle to just get a few words out. I don't know that she even knows who I am right now, there are no clear signs. It's hard to understand if this is going to be the way things go or if it's intermittent. I was there for a couple of hours, through lunch, then headed home. I stopped at Panorama to get the photos the contractor asked for re. the unlevel toilet seat. Tommy has left tools strewn about the driveway, but what really hit a nerve was the mess in the house and the garage. And the fact that suddenly the garage door doesn't work anymore either. It just made me cringe and I had to leave. It's what I had to live with before and it's unbearable for me. So much so that the idea of having to return to a scenario where I'm doing battle to have things kept orderly makes me want to walk away from the whole thing. But the issue isn't the house, it's the disregard and disrespect, and entitlement. And the backtalk I get just asking for things to be put back properly. I returned to work tasks, juggled questions about the outage, and managed to get through the rest of the afternoon until Lauren came home. We went to New Jersey's Restaurant for Cheesesteak. I got something healthier but tried a bit of the meat and it was delicious. The night ended with Tommy telling me that indicated there may be some conflict on the horizon regarding the disposition of the house once it becomes mine. I would have preferred that not happen and it's annoying as hell but I'm not going to put any energy into anything other than being aware, and prepared. Off to get Lauren now, hoping the tire pressure's holding.