Again, Good Morning America. Last night when I was unpacking my camping gear and washing / sanitizing the cooler, crates, and buckets I was afraid I plugged up the tub. I really didn’t want to deal with the landlord, and his comments on my less than super clean bathtub. I plunged the tub and it seemed to drain somewhat. I took a shower and the bathtub didn’t drain very well. I plunged some more, and then hit the bathtub plug lever by accident, and almost instantly the shower drained almost instantly. Go figure.
It was kind of like finding my keys in my backpack that I left down by the banks of East Canada Creek this week. Kind of an awe duck moment. Or as the bumper sticker says, manure happens.
Slept in my truck last night at my parent’s house. The whole night was pretty sticky and I had a bit of trouble getting to sleep listening to podcasts then the radio station blab on for what seemed like hours about the manure slurry spreading show known as Greece. I had to think nobody is right if everyone is wrong.
Maybe next week I will take off for vacation. It might be perfect but I got to check the work schedule and the weather. Finger Lakes then Western NY and Erie, PA.
