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Sep 23, 2008 12:35

I called in "plumber" today - which basically amounts to "there's a leak under the kitchen sink AGAIN and I think it's the dishwasher", and since the plumber is due to arrive between 10 and 2, I'm sort of out for the count as far as work goes when there's a 45-minute one-way commute involved.

Which, frankly, suits me just fine, because if I hadn't called in Plumber, I might have called in Sick Due to Mental Health.

So, as I wait for the plumber to arrive (a little more than halfway through the window), I've been working like mad on the O.S.

It's better. I think. I'm not entirely sure. It was kind of rambly before, and I'm trying to make it more cohesive, but the problem with making something cohesive is that you end up losing a lot of stuff. Explainy-sort of stuff. So now I have NO idea if it is going to continue to make sense.

(Not that any of my rambling about it does, anyway!)

Cleo is happily napping on the futon behind me; the day is bright and sunshiney and there's a lovely cool breeze blowing into the office, and I'm feeling awfully glad that I called in Plumber, because there is a very good chance that everything I've done so far this morning is the most productive I've been all week.

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