I have exercised the toilet.

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Unlike what I had thought I had seen, the blockage was actually caused by a smaller, salad, fork, not a large spoon.  In afterthought, I don't think I needed to tear the hanger apart, but no matter.  A small, meaningless, loss.  Really, the trick was just keeping the balloon pressurized, hard enough, long enough, to bring the fork toward the throat of the device in order to grab it.  It did take some huffing and puffing, because no matter how tightly, or how much, duct tape I put on the connection, there was always a leak.  Never mind, done.


In celebration, I cleaned the toilet good and well, and will do it again shortly, then took a shower.  The shower just... felt right.  Working in muddy water is not a psychologically fun thing to do.  Washing, completely, several times, in good, hot, very hot, water... balances the psychological equation?  Yeah, that would be it.

My mother called.  Of course while I was in the shower.  The phone said I had several calls, but I only heard one.  Odd.  I've been awake all day, I've had my phone right here.  Then again, my mother suggested that all the rain they have had has made cellphones a bit funny out there.  We have had every bit of rain they have, I would guess.  So... that might be part of it.  A Mother's Day wish was sent, and I found out about her day.  She... worked... on Mother's Day.  *sigh*  Then again, she works when she wants, for who she likes, and such.  She helped a woman who has severe health issues, did her shopping, got her caught up on laundry, and visited... then stayed the night with her since she would otherwise have been alone, this other woman.  Can't get too upset about such shenanigans. 

As a final gift, the skies cleared and the sun it out.  There isn't much time but I will take what I can.  I had closed the curtains, because dreary was getting old.  I opened them back up for the last hour of sunlight.

Later.