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November 17, 2015

Yesterday my landlord and several other gents clanked around the basement, trying to repair a dramatic leak.  My landlord cheerfully requested I not use the kitchen sink for the day.  Last night when I returned from being Out and About, my doorjamb offered a note in what appears to be red crayon, saying the repair would be completed tomorrow (today).  It's still not.  Several unwashed items lurk in the sink now like hooligans.  I am the sort of person who must wash dishes immediately (almost while still eating off them).  Thus, I am anxious.

I am grateful for running water.