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.