...I'm on hold with a plumber's. There's a leaking T fitting in the cold-water line in the basement.
Noticed the water yesterday morning but couldn't find the source and since, as we all know, the basement at Roseholme leaks, I assumed we'd had a short, heavy rain in the night.
Not so. I entered the subterranean realm this morning in search of socks and T-shirt and bethought myself to check on the water. Not much but one odd damp spot. H'mmmm...? Looked around, looked up and... Oh, damme. Drip, driiiiiiii -wait for it!- iiiiiiiplop.
The inevitability? I rang up the home-warranty outfit, believing myself to be -- whew! -- in the very last day of said warranty.
Yeah, you've got it in one. Time ran out at midnight last night.
"Hello? Multidimensional Plumbering?* When can ya be out? They'll be here five minutes ago? Waykewl." Actually, between ten and noon. Y'all be nice to Tam this mornin', please?
* They pioneered the use of thiotimoline in anticipatory valves. We're soooo innovative here in the heartland.
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