Or in this case the gas man. Laclede Gas now Spire wanted to replace our gas meter. They pestered us for six months, before we finally relented and scheduled an appointment for yesterday, for some time between 7:30 AM to 8 PM. Not that I don’t have other things to do, other than waiting for the gas man. I should not be surprised. This is the same company for whom I had created an online account, way back in the dial up era and promptly lost my password. That online account eventually timed out and I was recently able to create a new one, after twenty years. So, we got up early to receive our visitor. There was no need for that though, because he still had twelve hours left in his window. Eventually, a gas man showed up, but he was not the gas man we were looking for. This guy only puttered around on the parking strip, cleaning out the shutoff valve. Finally, the right gas man arrived. He quickly replaced the old meter and left.

This was all accomplished before noon, but having resigned ourselves to staying home all day, we set about cleaning the house. Anne started cleaning the tub, which eventually inspired me to caulk the tub. It came out quite nicely, if I do say so myself. After this fit of domesticity, we sank back to our regular routine.