When last we spoke, I was looking at a toilet bowl full of brown grossness that wouldn't flush. Since I discovered I lacked a plunger too late to go out and acquire one, I decided to try someone's plan-B suggestion and try flushing the bowl out using a bucket of water. This did nothing but raise the water back up to an alarming level, but by the time I went to bed it had gone back down again and I figured I'd buy a plunger first thing in the morning, and I'd just have to remember to toss my toilet paper and not flush if I had to pee overnight. Except then I woke up in the middle of the night needing to go, only to discover that the water, all by itself, had creeped back up almost to the rim of the bowl. When i got up this morning, I discovered that the water had stayed constant at a level that can only be described as "Oh, NO." It being, I suspect, too late for a plunger at this point, I called my landlord.
On the upside, he didn't give me a hard time at
all, didn't hem and haw or tell me I'd have to wait a couple days or refuse to do anything until he'd taken a look himself or do any of the things that shitty landlords do. He just told me he'd call a plumber right then. I forget this sometimes, because I so rarely actually need him for anything, but my landlord is
awesome.
So anyway. It's looking like I may be spending most of my MLK day waiting for the plumber to show up, which is sad, but I can't say I really mind being inside and cozy on a freezing day like today. I'll only be really upset if it gets in the way of knitting this evening. Neither rain, nor snow, nor a sludge-filled toilet, will keep me from starting the
endpaper mitts tonight!
