Remember a few weeks ago when the heater died and the sink faucet died and gas burners died and possibly a few other things also died, that I’ve simply repressed in my memory? Remember how I was taking bets on what would go next?
Did anyone place bets on bathroom?
You did? Fabulous! You won— and at double the odds! Wooot!
So, yeah, huh, dang, this morning the toilet kinda had severe plumbing issues AND the shower stall kinda came out of the wall when D. opened the sliding door. So, yeah, I’m spending my first real day off sitting on the couch, semi supervising the stream of repairmen passing through. There is a lot of drilling going on now behind the closed bathroom door. I may be here all day. They haven’t even brought in a replacement stall yet. I hope we get a replacement one, as the old one was on its last rusting, peeling, jamming legs.
I’m sleeping badly now that classes are over, with my circadian rhythms readjusting themselves to their natural state wherein bedtime is sometime between midnight and 3am, oblivious to the fact that D. is up at 6:30am so I also wake then (I’m a very light sleeper and as soon as he opens the closet or bedroom door, I’m awake). I have been having odd waking dreams sometime in the early hours- like waking at 3:30am quite certain that I’m in the middle of a speaking test but uncertain how to go about doing it in bed in the dark when I can’t see the candidate and am doubtful that they’d even be awake at this hour. Even my unconscious mind overthinks things.
