There will be more later, but the fates have not been particularly kind to me today.

At least the plumber I just called can make it this afternoon.

And, even though all three commodes are showing a distinct reluctance to flush properly, none has (so far) overflowed.

I just realized that I didn't mention my age and marital status to the plumber. But from the conversation he should be aware that I'm a single woman.

And has an ounce of common sense. I described the reactions of each of the three toilets (two in the house, one in the garage) and his responses didn't seem to suggest anything truly dire.

I really got spoiled by having a house-handy husband for 42 years. (But I also learned a lot about little stuff and can usually give a description of the problem that lets the repair person have a good idea of what needs to be done.)



(Have you ever notices that when the "facility" is having problems one's bladder seems to fill up three times as fast as usual?)