Heat And Cold

I finally went to the office to tell them that 1.) my garbage disposal makes a horrible, grinding noise when I turned it on and 2.) the living room is always chilly, even when the heat has been on for hours. Javier was at my door a half-hour later. He discovered that there were two tiny pieces of thick plastic in the disposal, which made the blades screech. I have no idea where they were from; I don't remember anything plastic that would have gone into the sink. Anyway,  it's fixed, I'm happy to record, although I almost never use it, anyway.
As for the heat, Javier replaced the thermostat. I don't know if that had any effect, as it got warmer out and I turned it off anyway, as I almost always can by 10 or 11 am. I'll just have to wait and see. The change did seem to make it a little quieter.
Ran over to Von's for just romaine and came back with romaine, a big cabbage, two rosy apples, and five six-ounce containers of blueberries. Cut up the cabbage, cored and quartered the apples, and put them in the slow cooker.
I called Betty and, happily, she seems to have forgotten  all about the video Wes sent me. That's one compensation for this terrible disease: She'll get very agitated about something or other, then the next time I talk to her, it's gone completely out of her head.  Same thing happened with the Rob Lowe debacle.
After lunch, I bused to town and did the library to Promenade walk. Back at the library, I picked up The Best And The Brightest, which was recommended by a fellow pacifist , particularly for is account of the Vietnam War.
I'm beginning to wonder if what I have is an everyday cold, as it now seems to have taken up residence in my chest. If it doesn't improve soon, I may have to consider calling the doc.