Things are just peachy this morning in MonkeylegLand. The movers are coming tomorrow to move my ex-wife's stuff back to MKE. She wants me to help her disassemble some large furniture, too. Why?
Last night I broke off a piece of a molar, and it's cutting my tongue.
I'm sick as a dog with some kind of cold or flu.
I just found out that the security certificate for my online store expired three days ago (the hosting company is supposed to notify, but didn't), so potential customers for the past three days have been seeing warnings that the checkout is not secure. The hosting company won't be able to get a current certificate up for 48 hours, so that will be five days that customers will be getting the non-secure warning. I don't think I'll do any sales.
I couldn't figure out a discrepancy between my checking account statement and my Discover card balance, and found out that I have $3700 less than I thought I did.
My distributor had some EOTech sights come in, so I can tell customers on backorder that I can ship their orders if they want. My problem is that EOTech raised prices, and my price wasn't locked in before the raise. I can't raise prices on people who've already ordered, so I have to eat the difference.
The other night one of my ex-wifes's $5 rummage sale floor lamps fell over onto my still-new-to-me pool table, putting scratches and dents into a section of the cherry wood rail. I can't find a furniture restoration shop willing to take on the job of repairing the damage, and the manufacturer wants $400 for a new 3.5' section of rail.
I have to run some errands, but right now I'm afraid to go outside.