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I just did all the dishes that we have, that were in range of that gunk that was coming up from our sink–scrubbed ’em all, put ’em in the drainer, pulled the plug on the sink, and voila! It works, it works!

Mr. Rooter said he found the cause of the problem–lots and lots of baby-wipes flushed down someone’s toilet! Why do people do that? Don’t they know what will happen? Baby-wipes, sanitary napkins, Play-Doh–all sorts of things get flushed that shouldn’t. I remember a whole housing development, brand-new, in the 1970s, where everybody’s toilet backed up because of sanitary napkins. Another time it was a chunk of tile from an ancient water main.

And so hooray, thank you for your prayers, we can have our proper supper tonight and thank you, Lord!

Well, twenty minutes after Mr. Rooter left yesterday–his parting words were, “You’re good to go!”–our kitchen sink again filled up with dirty water. So he’s back today, he’s in the cellar. The building’s whole system is clogged, he says. Yesterday the sink spat up this stuff resembling bellybutton lint. I wonder what it was.

I have to try to work anyway, with all this stuff going on around here and some doubts as to whether Patty will be able to make our supper tonight: can’t have supper if you don’t have a sink.

Okay, it’s not coming down with cancer or someone in your family died. Compared to those, this is just a little thing.

But it’s the little things that drive you crazy.

Your prayers would be appreciated!

Mr. Rooter got here pretty fast and was two hours on the job; and at last we heard those blessed words, “It’s fixed, you’re good to go.”

It was a much bigger job than anticipated, and our landlord got hit with most of the cost because it wasn’t just our apartment–the whole building was clogged. We never suspected everything was in such a mess. I’m happy to say it didn’t result in a fight with the landlord; I was surprised he took it so well.

But there’s a whole afternoon’s work that never got done, I don’t know what Patty will do about supper–but we thank the Lord that it got done at all.

(Meanwhile, our bedroom air condition gave an agonized cry in the middle of the night–so that’ll have to be seen to. Thank the Lord it hasn’t happened in the summer.)

Gee, I’m tired…

There was some asinine nooze I meant to cover today, but it’ll have to wait for tomorrow.

Check that! The sink has once again stopped draining. It waited till Mr. Rooter left. Words fail me.

No, we haven’t struck oil! That’s our kitchen sink.

We were putting our groceries away when, for no reason we can imagine, our kitchen sink began to fill with black water. It came up from the drain. I took the plunger to it, but that only made it fill with filthy water faster. I had to grab a pail and bail it out.

We called Mr. Rooter and supposedly the guy is on his way, Mr. Rooter to the rescue.

I pray he can fix this problem.

So much for working on my book today.

Normal service will be resumed as soon as I get my sanity back.