My head! It explodes from my plumbing bill. $1100. This was the price to go into the walls and replace two old shower faucets, fix a sink, and re-solder a popped outdoor line. Plus the cost of the faucets. This makes my head hurt very badly and dream that I was happy with turning the water on in the walls and that I had never called them.
Also, though, I will forget, and it really was absurd to be turning the water on in the wall, and the faucets will be nice forever, because they are really very good plumbers, and no more troubles when the house is full of people, which it often is. Unless, as the plumber pointed out, the rest of the old pipes in the wall decide to explode from the excitement (or additional water pressure) from replacing a few sections. Funny, but also not funny.
Miss Fish spent the entire 6 hours under all of the covers, flat as a snake.
The awesome news is that my Mac charger arrived (thank you Bill!) and I am reunited with my silver beast. It’s always intense when it transforms from a lifeline, a limb, to a block of aluminum.
I’m dreaming hard, all night, every night, my head is swirling with God knows what. Everything is breaking free, tendrilling out. I’m off to see Larry tonight, and really looking forward to it.
It was incredible to be really truly warm today; the sun soaked deep into me and loosened all of my bones. I replaced all of the batteries in the outdoor solar lights (an annual job), raked the yard, and put all of the bead tubes into neat little bags for the Cigar Box Bead kits. I made a start at another sort of Fortuneteller today, too, one that might have promise…