Drain debacle, Uncle Bear

Late last night, around midnight, I finished embroidering the alphabet on a soft green shirt that Marcello wanted a Z on.

I knew Mariano was going to wake up early to get a snake for our kitchen sink that would not drain. After it was snaked, the water was leaving the sink so quickly Mariano quipped that it was going with velocity! What we did not know what that our branch pipe had broken and we flooded the floors below us. . . A rather grim picture presents itself now. Tomorrow we have to somehow yank out the cabinets in order to fix that pipe. Along with it countertop, possibly tile from the backsplash will be altered. Nothing major, just stuff. But without enough sleep, everything appears larger.

I am trying to move through the world cautiously, aware that actions have effects that are unpredictably written constantly.

My brother suggested maybe it was not the best time to read Satre. Good old Uncle Bear may be coming out to visit this coast in the new year! John is the best. We seem to both be slightly melancholy about the upcoming holidays that we are not celebrating together.