I was already dreading this week, because Wednesday is my semi-annual take-the-day-off-and-go-to-all-my-doctors-appointments day and I've been called to jury duty on Tuesday. Will I have to go in at all? Will I get seated on a jury? How long will I be away from the office? Will I make my appointments on Wednesday? Who knows? And you know how well I (don't) deal with unclear plans.
And then last night, Ms. P couldn't get any hot water from the tap, so I headed to the basement to check on the water heater, only to find that the basement was under a foot of water. Apparently a downspout had come unattached and dumped 40" of snowmelt and several monsoon rains next to the foundation of the house. Charming.
Called the landlords, and the three of us proceeded to bail and shop-vac the water out until it dropped far enough that the overwhelmed sump pump could once again do its job.
Of course, we had boxes of photographs down there, and of course the water level was high enough that neither the furnace or the water heater is currently working. So we were up half the night drying out photos, and I'm working from home to deal with the repair person.
None of this is a serious crisis, I know. But on top of everything else going on, I've now got a front porch full of wet-and-maybe-salvageable stuff, a basement full of wet-and-needs-to-be-thrown-out-cardboard, and a living room full of drying pictures, each of which needs time and attention I don't really have.
Excuse me, Universe? A little break would be nice right about now. And although I did say I wanted to unclutter, I don't recall asking for help. Love, me.
Oh, shoot.
I'm sitting in a jury waiting room right now, though, happily reading blogs. Not bad at all so far!
Posted by: dale | March 15, 2010 at 01:22 PM