"In There Is Sewage"

The plumber will come and fix my plumbing on MONDAY. Until then, my bathroom is a place of sewage and cat litter (entirely one source of effluvia too much) and I am staying at my parents, adding to my general feeling of needful and whiny: two good reasons to stay away from the Internet.

Thus, for my own reference, the plan for the day (late start version):

Shower - this hair is so not on!

Stroll downhill, feed cat, sigh at sewage-stink, call landlady, confirm plumber, pick up computer and get the hell out of dodge

Acquire caffeine and melted cheese and/or bacon (it's Sunday).

Write.

Rinse and repeat as necessary.