Never can tell.

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I just wasn't sure I would get to anything today.  I did sort of head that way, and add tools to the proposed work zone.  And I did some cleaning.  I would have called it 55% against, 35% for, the project going forward, with 10% that something else altogether might be done.  I did get to it, but it isn't finished, yet, of course.  Now, given how long things always take, and how I often underestimate, given that I have the toilet pretty much parted, bowl from tank, and everything removed save displacing the bowl, and I found the pencil to mark the outline, I am suspecting I will finish the job before I go to bed.  Nothing else will, most likely, be started, let alone completed.  But this will be enough.

Even with the right tools, there is always something that was twisted, or has become crusty or rusted, or just doesn't work as it should.  And so it went.  Nothing unexpectedly unexpected, nothing too serious, no cracks in the bowl, so far, or anywhere.  No bolts had to be cut off.  The remaining parts aren't too bad, assuming a bolt doesn't drop through the floor or such.  I just hope this is the actual problem.  There is really one one way to know, and I won't actually know until it is done.  I've got to admit, plumbing is not exactly my cup of tea.  It's almost as bad as being a mechanic.  The ideal world, the best laid plans of men, and the practical real world, even at this level, is stiflingly impractical.  You just do it until it works, then hope it doesn't just stop working, any of it... all of it.  Still, that I don't have to do it every day, I suppose I can enjoy just tinkering.  The chores aren't difficult, but they can be nerve-racking.  Everything is fragile, even a chip can have dire consequences.  Something as simple as tightening a bolt too tight can lead to failure.  That is the part that gets to me.

I didn't make it to the post office, and need to.  Several things, from what I can tell, are in.  And time is ticking.  I'm never sure how long things will last before they must be sent back and I have a horrible time tracking the date.  If I get the plumbing done, and have any breath left to me, I may make a run to the post office yet today.  We'll see.

Later.