Chitunga was returned and was on the couch under a blanket.
"The heats not kicking on."
I checked the settings and went upstairs to change.
Nope. No heat. No hot water either.
I made a sandwich and then
I instantly thought, @#$#@#@.
Sure enough, everything I fixed last year from a flooded basement is gone again. The sump pump that was replaced has been working fine. It went. Now there's a swimming pool in my basement again.
I came upstairs and Glamis ate my sandwich. Seriously. Gone. I hadn't eaten since the morning.
Of course, you can't do much at 11 p.m. but we drove to Walmart. They only sell sump pumps online. That's convenient.
So, now Tuesday will be spent waiting to get assistance. Two days of classes and I'm unsure if, with a snowstorm and now this, we'll be able to get out for a little R & R.
I never like good things to happen, because they always balance out with the bad.
I'm waving a white flag. This is unbelievable.
Just call me Job.
Oh, But Happy Birthday, Dad! That's one positive thing about this day thus far.