The alarm on the other side of the complex started going off a little before 6 am this morning. My windows were not open so I could not hear it well but clearly, they were saying something. So I went out in the deck and they were saying there was an emergency and we were to stay where we were and away from windows and doors. BUT only on the other side. No announcement here but the fire doors in the hall did shut.
I'm pretty good at staying where I am at 6 am on a non volleyball day. If it had been a volleyball day, I would have been in the pool and no sweat staying there either.
Old people are not fast about much but they can hit the panic button with the speed of light. I would not want to be in management here today.
If they live on this side of the complex, on the other side of the hall, they might not have heard a thing. UNTIL 7ish when, even over here, there were two VERY loud dongs and one announcement that the first alarm was a false alarm and everything was fine. I can hear it now 'what did he say?' What alarm? What's going on? Do we need our hard hats?? What? What did you say?
Happy Friday!
And the sun is out. And my elbow is really hurting. I'm having the swim/no swim debate. I ordered a new elbow brace - one that covers the whole elbow AND has a tightening strap. I'm hoping that will help with volleyball. Also I can just let my right arm dangle and play with my left or mostly with my left.
Dick - my neighbor down the hall - is having bypass surgery this morning. Probably right this minute.
I cancelled the Root Sports stream today - it's the one needed to get Mariners games. They didn't even offer me any reason not to cancel, buggers.
I've had an issue with TV response. I push the remote button and nothing or slow or nothing. I think that's what caused my elbow issues. Repetitive Remote Stress Injury. I have been blaming the apps. But, yesterday, it dawned on me (finally) to swap out the remote, which I did. Fixed. 100%. I threw out the bad remote and several others in my bag 'o remotes. I have too much shit. At least, now, I have things together. My 4,807 USB A to C cables are all in one drawer and probably procreating. My Google TV fob along with it's remote and all the other remotes are in a bag in a box of other electrical-shit-I-do-not-use-but-might.
Baseball is not on until late this afternoon but it is Friday so Project Runway and GBBO. Project Runway has done something really weird and kind of cool this season. At the end of the show, they announce the winner of the week. And they say who are the bottom 2 or 3. BUT they wait until next week to tell you who got cut. So you scour the teasing scenes for the upcoming week to see who, if any, of those bottoms are in the next week's competition. It's really cute. BUT last week, SPOILER ALERT - ok, this is supposed to be behind a cut but I can't get it to work so just skip to the next paragraph, sorry.
( Spoiler )Ok, I think I'm going to go swimming. I'll wear my brace and hope for the best.
