At 2:38pm Pacific time, I emailed Honeywell’s support folks requesting any available tracking info for the replacement AC unit, since I hadn’t heard back from them since the previous Thursday when they agreed to the warranty replacement.
At 2:41pm Pacific time, a quick tap on the door to the apartment heralded the arrival of the replacement AC unit, thus rendering the email I’d just sent absolutely pointless.
Now imagine a lifetime full of this sort of thing and you begin to understand why I feel so emotionally tired all of the time.
