Thursday not going as planned
Thursday is my day to come home from work, collapse onto the couch and catch up on sleep. And I was really looking forward to it today, since I got so little sleep yesterday and the day before.
I left work right at the end of my shift, got breakfast, headed home -- and wondered why there was water in the street in front of the house. Water flooding the sidewalk. Water flowing along the lawn. Water bubbling up from under the flowerbed just in front of the Ebb Tide rosebush.
Mom was sitting in the living room and informed me the plumber would be by around 10:30. I made a quick trip to the bathroom and had just enough time to wash my hands afterwards -- he was early and the water pressure was dropping even as I rinsed my hands.
The plumber and his assistant are still out there installing the replacement pipe. I failed to get to sleep right when I first got home -- was dozing off in the love seat when a car alarm went off and I had to get up and go make sure it wasn't mine, and then when I tried to read myself to sleep in my room there was too much noise being made outside my window. And now it's so late in the day that I don't trust myself to get up early enough to deal with the stuff I need to deal with before I'm getting ready to leave for work. It's not a long list on Thursdays, but every item on the list past laying out tonight's clothes and freeing the rabbits from their cage requires running water, so I'm stuck until the plumbers finish up and get our water back on.
Oh, and Mom kept me from letting the rabbits out by claiming they'd be underfoot when we had people coming through the house. Only I just realized the plumbers haven't set foot in the house so far as I can recall, and so the rabbits have spent six hours locked in an uncleaned cage that they could have spent running around the living room or lounging on cool linoleum floors. I opened the cage, but I know Mom's going to lock them away as soon as I can finally go to bed...
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I left work right at the end of my shift, got breakfast, headed home -- and wondered why there was water in the street in front of the house. Water flooding the sidewalk. Water flowing along the lawn. Water bubbling up from under the flowerbed just in front of the Ebb Tide rosebush.
Mom was sitting in the living room and informed me the plumber would be by around 10:30. I made a quick trip to the bathroom and had just enough time to wash my hands afterwards -- he was early and the water pressure was dropping even as I rinsed my hands.
The plumber and his assistant are still out there installing the replacement pipe. I failed to get to sleep right when I first got home -- was dozing off in the love seat when a car alarm went off and I had to get up and go make sure it wasn't mine, and then when I tried to read myself to sleep in my room there was too much noise being made outside my window. And now it's so late in the day that I don't trust myself to get up early enough to deal with the stuff I need to deal with before I'm getting ready to leave for work. It's not a long list on Thursdays, but every item on the list past laying out tonight's clothes and freeing the rabbits from their cage requires running water, so I'm stuck until the plumbers finish up and get our water back on.
Oh, and Mom kept me from letting the rabbits out by claiming they'd be underfoot when we had people coming through the house. Only I just realized the plumbers haven't set foot in the house so far as I can recall, and so the rabbits have spent six hours locked in an uncleaned cage that they could have spent running around the living room or lounging on cool linoleum floors. I opened the cage, but I know Mom's going to lock them away as soon as I can finally go to bed...
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