So, I had some unsettling weirdness happen last night.

The contractor was working at our house all day installing a new back door off my nerdhole.

He had the new door up (but not complete with hardware or lock) by the time he left.

So I'm sitting at my computer at 10pm, pitch black out, and suddenly a flash of light is shooting in through the window. Then another. And I look outside and there's an old guy on my porch.

At first I think it's the contractor who came back because he forgot something.

But it wasn't. The guy approaches the window and speaking through it announces he's [name of ex-husband of my landlady] who I haven't seen for 20 years!

He's taking pictures of the work done. At 10pm. In the dark. On my back porch. Creepy as fuck. Sketchy as hell.

Now he's been out of the picture for a long time, but my landlady has been handing over duties to her son. So....maybe he's bringing his dad back into it. I don't know.

But you know what? You don't want a face looming up at your window out of the dark on your back porch at 10 o'clock at night. You do not want that.

Popcorn, gingerbread pancakes, napping on the company dime? I'm in.

Yikes, Hec! Yeah, that's sketchy as hell.

Now all I have to do is avoid starting any actual work for the next, oh, half hour or so...

Announcing his presence through flashing? Also a bit alarming. You may have had to take extreme defensive measures. (Holy water, summoning a protective deity, etc.)

Eeep, not cool! Sorry, David. My heart would be racing for sure.

Popcorn, gingerbread pancakes, napping on the company dime? I'm in.

Indeed!

He's taking pictures of the work done. At 10pm. In the dark. On my back porch. Creepy as fuck. Sketchy as hell.

WTAF??? That's ridiculous.

I am definitely not getting anything done today, but I am trying to at least respond to things that are showing up in my email....

Dude is 87! He's lucky I didn't go out there with a baseball bat.

What's the standard of the Stand Your Ground laws in California? Are we allowed to harm intruders?

I already want to stab my head because I have a migraine, and THEN I had to call the Healthcare Marketplace (thanks, Obama!) folks because I was unsure if our plan that we started in December would roll into 2018. To be fair, I think my uncertainty was 50% my misunderstanding and 50% the Healthcare.gov being unclear.

Anyway, NO, coverage won't continue into 2019 and we needed to complete a totally new application for 2019, and the deadline is tomorrow. So I did that. And then selected the same goddamn plan we already have. I genuinely don't understand why the coverage can't just continue into 2019, and why I needed to fill out that godforsaken application again. Gah.

But it's taken care of. And now I want to stab my head even more.

I've been taking this Tuesday yoga class through work, but I really don't like the teacher (I mean, I like her fine, but I'm not enjoying the class). I really like the person who teaches Monday, but it's a longer class and trash night at home and that feels like a lot in the winter. It suddenly occurred to me -- there is also a Wednesday class! I can try that one!

Sometimes it takes me while.