Yesterday, I was running around and getting nerve up to go work at the Main Campus for only the third time since coronavirus dispersal in March of 2020.
I'm old and out of shape. I took a short soak in bathwater loaded with Epsom salt. Ahh, relief!
At least, I was relieved until I opened the drain for a quick rinse and the water didn't drain. Worked the valve a few times and the level sank a bit; rinsed off, dried, started getting ready and tried the one of those disposable clog-grabbers. It felt like it grabbed a clog, all right, but I couldn't pull it out -- and the draining process came to a stop.
I fiddled with it for far too long, was late to work, and returned home eight hours later to several inches of standing water in the tub. This morning, I made a little hook out of thin steel wire and cleared the clog, using needle-nose pliers on some of it. Yeah, the standard hair-clog that afflicts anyone with hair of greater than crew-cut length. And no, I'm not pondering a shorter 'do for summer, thank you very much.
BUILDING A 1:1 BALUN
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