cimorene

We haven't heard from the plumber even though the latest he could've gotten test results back was yesterday, so presumably something went wrong: unlikely he turned out to have covid-19 in the circumstances, but he could be too sick with the flu or a cold to come quite easily or who knows what else.

The main point is: I didn't learn Monday or Tuesday not to get my hopes up? Or last Thursday or Friday or at any point in the last year? I need to just stop expecting the house to one day be finished and resign myself to living like this for however long it takes so that whenever we finally see a plumber it will just be a pleasant surprise.

I can sulk or read or watch tv or clean things or sand and paint trim and odds and ends and furniture in the meantime, I guess. Some of these allow for easier political distraction than others. None as well as having RUNNING WATER would have though. (And after a brief flirtation with bravery the other day, we didn't finish discussing the locksmith and stuff so the locksmith hasn't been called either.)