Late yesterday afternoon, iPastor's dad called to check in, and wondered if there was any water in the abandoned cistern in the basement. One ice cream pail and dog chain later, I was able to at least flush the toilet. The running water came back shortly before eight, so everyone could bathe and I was able to wash the counter full of dirty dishes as I had so desperately longed to. Not. I made sure there were enough clean dishes to feed the family and let the rest go hang.
Still banging my head against this paper, but I at least have a theme and some literary criticism that fits, so now I just have to crank it out.
Two job day today so I'd best get at the schoolwork...
1 comment:
I hate winter.
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