I am a prideful bitch.

Blessings Darlings!

I was awake most of today - a vast improvement over yesterday.

Cleaned some, got 3 bees out of the house (yay for honeybees, but how the heck did they get inside?), baked a cake, etc.  Drank so much coffee that one of my eyelids is twitching.

So all I have to do is straighten the family room a bit, and organize/sort the stuff on my desk, and THEN I can start to argue with the Chubby Hubby about having the landlord send a plumber over to fix a problem.  I know that neither of us WANTS a plumber coming over during the pandemic, but ... the pandemic isn't going to end soon.  Not at ALL. We've had the problem since the end of February (sink in the master bath is both draining slow and the stopper part is broken.)  It's totally a first world problem.  Sink is draining slow in the hall bathroom that shares a drainpipe with this sink, so it's not going to be THAT simple a fix.

For those wondering why we don't fix it - the last time my husband tried to do a plumbing repair, it resulted in a waterfall inside our house.  I had to come home from work to turn off the main water valve, since he didn't even know where that was.  He's great for electronics and electrical stuff.  Not for plumbing.

At any rate, I let my desk become a mess, and I don't even want any one here to do repairs, who has CERTAINLY seen worse, to see it.  I'm a prideful bitch.

That's about it for today, folks.

Frondly, Fern