Don't they teach us procrastination, don't they teach us indecision

[sovay]

On the one hand, today we found out that our bathroom sink may need replacing (it certainly doesn't work) and that Autolycus can scale an eight-foot bookcase if sufficiently motivated (spatch thinks he saw a bug).

On the other, I have written my first substantive fiction since last summer (in progress, trying not to jinx) and this photograph of Pablo Picasso cosplaying Popeye makes me feel a lot better about the state of my bedroom.

I would have been cheerful if this deleted scene from Black Panther (2018) had not been deleted.

It is my deep and devout hope that I am not woken tomorrow, for the fifth day in a row, by a phone call I did not ask for at nine in the morning.

Comments

[sovay]

Part of our shower tiles fell down, so I feel you there.

Yikes. Is everyone who was not the shower all right? (We're cool! "I feel you" is a legible expression of sympathy.)

[julian]

Nope, happily, it fell down /after/ my shower, not during.

The fixing will just be complicated.

(How /is/ your sink not working? Water not coming up, or is it leaking?)

[sovay]

Nope, happily, it fell down /after/ my shower, not during.

Mazel tov, small miracles. I hope it is more or less easily fixed.

(How /is/ your sink not working? Water not coming up, or is it leaking?)

Since last week, the outflow has slowed to a trickle. The handyman came and poked at this afternoon. First he assumed the screen inside the tap needed cleaning; it did not. Then he tried the stopcocks under the sink, just in case we had managed to knock one of them closed without noticing; we had not. By the time he left the bathroom no water was coming out of the tap at all, which may or may not have been a consequence of anything he did to it. Fortunately the shower and the toilet are working fine, but we definitely do not have a bathroom sink. A plumber is coming on Monday. We'll see what they say!