I’m sitting here gazing out the window, waiting for the plumber. It’s 8:20. The Phillies are up and – surprise – winning, and the score is 2 – 0. But I can’t concentrate on the game and I’m starting to think Walt may not show. I suppose I should not have said it’s not an emergency. I guess I should not have given him the option that Thursday or Friday would be fine. I forgot to value my time. Duh! Now I’ve done a bunch of housework- no fun , when I could have been out shopping or riding my bike or doing something other than boring housework – and still have shut off valves that are stuck. I guess I learned a lesson. I guess tomorrow’s another day.
THERE’S STILL NO ONE AT THE DOOR. It’s 8:30. Should I give up the ghost?