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I don't think I hit it until a little after 16:00. It was warm enough that I couldn't shift into more than a trance like state until... sometime later. Several hours, really, passed before I could see stars in the day. When it hit though, lights out on the whole rig. *Bam* I took a shower first. What with a clean bed and all that mucking about in the plumber's goo-land. But life she has returned, a bit. And hope is refreshed.
I need to figure out when I need to be where. My mother doesn't mind waiting. Two seconds does her soul good, she says. Three seconds could land someone a clout. More than that she might cry at you. Just knowing the odds and stakes makes it... No, I'll be there on time, with bells and whistles. Crazy woman type. I wish they didn't let them call on the run in. I don't like getting a call saying she is almost in, she is almost-er in, she is in but not off, she is off but waiting for a runner, then nothing for an hour while she is waiting or being brought up slowly. *sigh* Hmm... she calls like I blog! I hope I don't have to pay patent rights?
Yet tonight? For sure I have to clean the bathroom, pick up "sticks" and get them ready for the garbage man "bonfire". I need to move what boxes I can move back into the laundry area. If that all goes well and fast, then maybe an attempt at checking the rest of the system for leaks with a cap. If it is fit, then sweating the bronze valve. D.C. has offered a bit o' advice on that. If the rest of it is solid, that is. A big if, but there it is. Oh, and a quick run to town. I need to buy floor/bathroom cleaner, fill the tank and wash the X'ter, and another thing or two. Oh, ice. I have her kind of diet soda and have found that bringing some, on ice, with a small bite or three to choose from to eat, wins Doom points with momma Doom. By the bye, I'm going to have to introduce her to her new handle. I think she is going to love it! Hush you naysayers... Doom isn't just dark, he has the charm of a rattlesnake... or something cuddly like that. Hush!
Momma Doom?
Frail, aging, tired, sore.
Mom arrives to her new name.
Momma de Doom, EEK!
Just a thought.
Oh, here is a funny! I was re-reading my comment to foam recently, about something not being astrology. And that me, my cats, and my bugs were having a laugh on this side of of the screen about it. Then that the girls had pulled lame on my notion of humor, but that me and the bugs were having a ball. Sam was in my lap. So, I looked at her and started laughing hard. She knew I was, sort of, laughing at her. She got a little bent! She really did. A dirty little look and off she went. Oh, me and the bugs are at it again!
Oh, here is a funny! I was re-reading my comment to foam recently, about something not being astrology. And that me, my cats, and my bugs were having a laugh on this side of of the screen about it. Then that the girls had pulled lame on my notion of humor, but that me and the bugs were having a ball. Sam was in my lap. So, I looked at her and started laughing hard. She knew I was, sort of, laughing at her. She got a little bent! She really did. A dirty little look and off she went. Oh, me and the bugs are at it again!
She doesn't think so.
I laugh, she meowed.
I laugh, she meowed.
I grinned, she stewed. Gone.
She'll be back, claws out.
I'd best get to it. Later, or maybe good night.
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Woot! If it sucks a bit too. I had originally set the flight for midday. They have bumped the flight to late tomorrow evening! The "Woot!" is because that means I have, essentially, another day to rig the system in my favor! Trash and recycling and all the little things for sure, as expected, plus maybe, just maybe... the plumbing. Before I do one more thing, then, I need to check on plumbing I have installed, to see if it is secure other than the shark. That will... save me a lot of time and a few shekels if so.
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