I am certain that the garage door, with help from the door opener, is trying to kill me. It’s a love-hate relationship between the two of us, with the opener taking the side of whoever treats it best at the moment.
The person who owned the house before us installed the garage door. He built the entire garage, as a matter of fact. That is why it sucks so badly. The garage door has already fallen on my head once (a story for another time). Now I give it special attention and make sure it is always working properly, the door and the opener.
All that to say that the garage door repairman is coming tonight to replace the springs on the door (somehow I wasn’t around when one broke; I’m sure it would have half killed me if I was) and to add some weather-stripping on the sides of the door. This is the reason I wasn’t around much on Friday and won’t be today, either.
It’s me vs the door and I must win…or else it will kill me.