I particularly don't like it right now when everything else in the world is in disarray.
BUT, the gas pipes had to be replaced in the entire building so there was no avoiding discombobulation. And today, this morning in fact, the circus arrived.
First thing, one of my coven rang me at 8:30am.
Voice mail recorded "I know this is probably too early..."
which is now the understatement of the year. I'd gone to bed around 4am.
But I was up, so I swilled V8, looked at my incoming email, checked my dayplanner, and thought about going back to bed.
Just as I did, the doorbell sounded.
I figured a delivery of some sort, but no, it was the building super, holding a balloon. The circus was on its way.
I quickly washed the dishes that mysteriously appeared in the sink overnight. (I live alone.)
Swept the floor.
Regretted not taking out the recycling the night before.
Strapping young men arrived in masks and work boots holding a drill that was easily five feet long.
I not only step out of the way, I retreat to the office where the AC unit is running.
When I ventured back out, they'd moved the stove.
When the stove is where it's supposed to be, there's a wire shelf above it with pots and pans and baking dishes.
Now those were all in the sink.
And the wire shelving that serves as a pantry was covered (sort of) in plastic.
So, no water, no cooking, and distressingly NO BATHROOM.
The stove had been moved such that it blocked the bathroom door.
Under normal circumstances I'd have packed up and moved to the Hilton for the day.
Well, that wasn't in the cards.
I just went back to bed.
And when I got up, there was so much grit in the air, on the floor, on everything, I was glad I hadn't washed the floor this weekend like I'd had on my list.
It took them another four hours to finish. I was able to manhandle the stove away from the bathroom door enough and step in for a moment, but yikes stripes what a day.
And the most dreadful part? All this began before I made coffee.
But there is a happy ending.
The stove is back in place,
I moved the dishes out of the sink.
The coffee is brewing.
And I have a new chair for the office!
Given my dreadful assembly skills, I'm quite pleased it hasn't collapsed.
I got absolutely no work done at all.
Have you been utterly discombulated before?
Tell us what happened and how you dealt with it!