I was comfortable – finally – and just beginning to drift off when I heard the unmistakable sound that is an incoming text message on my cell phone. What the hell? I thought, I know it’s well after midnight.
I flipped on the light. 12:22. I padded over to my phone which I would normally have already turned off hours ago. I guess I’d forgotten. Maybe it was from the MonkeyGirl. Or maybe it was PB. She and I had been exchanging emails earlier in the evening. But no.
Homeowners, lower your mortgage with a loan modification. I didn't need to read any more. I could feel my face going red as the anger rose. B*stards! Calling people after MIDNIGHT! Can’t wait to turn this one in to the Do Not Call Registry where my cell has been registered for at least three months.
The wake-up was particularly ugly as I’d spent some of my limited evening fighting the kitchen sink. Remember how happy I was to have hot water and water pressure again? Well, the joy was short-lived. Over the weekend, the hot water wouldn’t shut off and would issue a steady stream even when off -- unless you turned the shut-off valve.
I can deal with this, I thought a few days ago as the sink and its fixtures will be gone in just a few weeks. But then last night, our temporary method failed. With a screwdriver, I finally managed to get the valve to activate and the water went off. But now what? I guess I need a new shut-off valve. Hmmm.
Plumbing is not my forte though I’ve done my share. I was trying to recall whether I’ve ever replaced a shut-off or not. Maybe in the bathroom, once, a century ago? Can’t remember. At any rate, it doesn’t look like it would be that hard. (Though those are historically the very kind of jobs I've found to be the most difficult.)
Sounds like I’ll be finding out sooner rather than later.