We got an early morning call yesterday saying the plumber would arrive shortly. I dragged myself off the couch after a mere 3 hours of sleep, took Lucy out, put her in her crate, and made a cup of coffee.

Soon after I sat down to drink my coffee, the plumber arrived.

The thing that took him the longest was removing the old faucet. Our friend who had installed it had loaded in the caulking and turned each threaded part as tight as humanly possible.

He installed the new faucet and cleaned up after himself.

I now have a working faucet and sprayer. Yay me!

I have serious doubts that the US will ever recover from this administration’s complete lack of morality and conscience.

#45 and his cronies are as corrupt a bunch of living beings as you can find. They prove how little they care about anyone but themselves more each day.

#45 has taken our nation’s reputation, shit upon it, wiped his fat orange ass with it, and kicked it out the door.

Shame on him and shame on all who worship at the altar of the idiot man-child.

The speed at which time flies is relevant to the lateness of the hour and how much one needs to get done.

It is also relevant to how old you are.

The republican congress has succeeded in beginning the royal fucking of the people of this country.

It got here fairly early in the day. The Curmudgeon called the plumber and let them know, they put us on the schedule right away.

I will be so delighted to have a properly working faucet and sprayer again.

Or more if my back weren’t so chronically painful from picking The Curmudgeon up too many times and wrecking it…

I’d get a lot of things done around here.

I’d get more exercise.

I’d lose more weight faster.