Plumbing is magical, magical thing…until it springs a leak, or otherwise breaks down. Then it is the BANE OF EXISTENCE.
Of course the first day we’re home, the apartment building spring a leak. What else, right? It missed us. It’s reminding us of our responsibilities that we’ve chosen. Oi.
Luckily, I think we’ve averted disaster. Yet again. I should write an apartment manager superhero book. Super Supers Save the Day! Get it. Bc “supers” are what they call apartment managers on the east coast, or in old school building? See, I still have the jokes.
It’s 1am. Again. Sigh. I’m going to cut this entry short. Again. Sigh.
Here’s hoping that everything gets fixed tomorrow. Here’s hoping.