now, with more details!
Dec. 18th, 2008 05:27 pmSo I'm lying in bed this morning, trying to wake up. Patty is sound asleep (it's not that I'm a morning person, it's that I'm a conquer the world on as little sleep as possible person -- I was like that as a kid, and when my Baz Luhrmann obsession kicked in a few years ago, I did a whole summer of only sleeping four hours a night, and my body clock never entirely recovered once I realized I was crazy).
I hear a sound. A little tick tick tick.
Is there a cat in the bedroom?
Is it a mouse?
I lean over the side of the bed to look around.
Nothing.
I twist back onto the bed, and lo, there is water dripping on my foot.
I look up.
There's a great giant plaster bubble in the middle of our ceiling staring at me like the maw of hell.
"Patty, get up, get dressed now, there's a leak."
Which then turned into several hours of rusty water, frantic phone calls, a casserole dish and a scissors, radiator repair on the empty apartment above us, emotional freakout and an episode of hypochondria (all me, Patty is pretty sane) and the sudden emergence of a very nice property manager who arranged for all the damage from this leak and the last to be repaired on Monday.
I'm tired, Patty's headed back to Ohio, and I've done no holiday shopping.
How the bloody hell are you?
I hear a sound. A little tick tick tick.
Is there a cat in the bedroom?
Is it a mouse?
I lean over the side of the bed to look around.
Nothing.
I twist back onto the bed, and lo, there is water dripping on my foot.
I look up.
There's a great giant plaster bubble in the middle of our ceiling staring at me like the maw of hell.
"Patty, get up, get dressed now, there's a leak."
Which then turned into several hours of rusty water, frantic phone calls, a casserole dish and a scissors, radiator repair on the empty apartment above us, emotional freakout and an episode of hypochondria (all me, Patty is pretty sane) and the sudden emergence of a very nice property manager who arranged for all the damage from this leak and the last to be repaired on Monday.
I'm tired, Patty's headed back to Ohio, and I've done no holiday shopping.
How the bloody hell are you?
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Date: 2008-12-18 10:39 pm (UTC)Good luck.
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Date: 2008-12-18 10:56 pm (UTC)I'm glad to hear they're repairing everything in a semi-prompt manner, at least.
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Date: 2008-12-18 11:00 pm (UTC)You have my sympathies!
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Date: 2008-12-18 11:02 pm (UTC)I'm also feeling pressed about holiday shopping -- I've done some, but nothing's good enough. I spent today getting stuck in pointless downtown DC traffic. After a decade, I can't remember which intersections I'm supposed to avoid (or I let my DC native husband argue me into driving through them anyway, rather than taking transit), and all my street level landmarks are gone. Also, the manners of DC drivers in city congestion make me crazy. Bah!
At least it feels like holidays here on the east coast, though. :)
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Date: 2008-12-18 11:27 pm (UTC)Leaks are horrid.
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Date: 2008-12-18 11:28 pm (UTC)not bad but getting down on supplies and options are falling away
Date: 2008-12-18 11:32 pm (UTC)We will see how it goes. Thankfully we still have power.
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Date: 2008-12-19 01:09 am (UTC)I spent today mostly asleep, interrupted by a call to discuss details of my husband's and my wills.
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Date: 2008-12-19 01:52 am (UTC)we're hanging in there, learning to live with less sleep. I ventured out for an hour today and returned totally and completely wiped out.
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Date: 2008-12-19 02:14 am (UTC)I am still, just barely, ahead of you on traumatic leak points. For your (and Patty's) sake I hope I stay there.
Don't let anyone make you feel that this is not traumatizing as hell, by the way. The sound of water dripping onto carpet still makes me twitch and whimper, and a plaster bubble would equate to full-blown hysterics once I'd dealt with the worst of it (and only through sheer willpower and good drugs would I not have hysterics first).
Wishing you dryness and security and safety and a flat ceiling and nothing that drips, and hoping the new building manager will help achieve that.
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Date: 2008-12-19 02:28 am (UTC)Let's hear it for December 2008!
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Date: 2008-12-19 12:41 pm (UTC)Hope it gets better.
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Date: 2008-12-20 01:47 am (UTC)*more hugs*
P.S. I am nigh on nocturnal when left to my own devices and preference. My doctors and I think that I may have Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome. I have always slept better during the day and been able to think and achieve better at night. There is some theory about hunters and gatherers - gatherers gather better during the day when they can see what they are collecting and hunters hunt at night when the animals are asleep and do not see them coming (or something like that). I think that I am descended from hunters.