Oh. It is? Really? Right.
So the plumber was with us (read: the hubs) all day yesterday, ripping out the toilet and snaking the pipes (if you know what I mean, and I think you do).
And now the job is half done. Now we need to buy a new toilet, install it, get some sheet-rockers in to put the wall back together, and paint. Easy-peasy, right? Sigh.
|Where the toilet used to live.|
|Where the toilet lives now.|
Meanwhile we've been Sick with a capital S, and you can guess how good we are at being sick.
I read in an Anne Lamott book once that when things seem to be falling apart, it's the universe's way of distracting you so that you don't get your sticky fingers all over the wonderful thing that's coming, the thing that's trying to get itself born and just needs a little time when you're distracted so that it can arrive.
So, okay, universe, you've got a few more days left. I'll be waiting patiently, with my hacking cough and toilet-free bathroom, for something wonderful to happen.