(As I typed that subject line, it occurred to me that the answer, obviously, is "Tolstoy", but never mind.)
Cringey stomach troubles this morning led me to e-mail in to work and stay home, where I would accomplish the bit of work that needs doing today - a preliminary write-up of how we've pretty much found that this one question does not, at the moment, have an answer - in peace and quiet.
Two hours later, I was awakened from my wretched-curled-up-fetal-position strange dreams by a banging at the door that had been going on for fifteen or twenty minutes, because maintenance can unlock both locks but can't get in with the chain on, can they, and quite right, too. They explained that the apartment downstairs has a leak in its bathroom ceiling and they needed to come in and work out what was going on up here, etc. (They have since explained this in a way that makes sense even though I haven't yet run the shower today. It's a slow-leak-over-time situation softening up the ceiling down there, poor things, and - crucially as far as I'm concerned - nothing I've done in particular.) So I had to let them in, and there was some running of water to determine where the problem was, and then some cursing and banging and general agreement that something they needed to move was rusted in place, and then - my favorite part - a good hour's worth of work in my bathroom and the one downstairs with the Sawzall.
They have finally stopped with the Sawzall and are evidently in the process of actually replacing the drain - talking to each other through what is at present a hole in the floor - and I can't tell you how happy I am to have that noise no longer rattling the place about. It has reminded me of nothing so much as the slow coarse drill at the dentist, except that right now my jaw doesn't ache.
I don't wish I'd gone in to work, because I am miserably stomach-achey, but the peace and quiet I was counting on has been, obviously, absent. Is can be Tuesday now plz?
Cringey stomach troubles this morning led me to e-mail in to work and stay home, where I would accomplish the bit of work that needs doing today - a preliminary write-up of how we've pretty much found that this one question does not, at the moment, have an answer - in peace and quiet.
Two hours later, I was awakened from my wretched-curled-up-fetal-position strange dreams by a banging at the door that had been going on for fifteen or twenty minutes, because maintenance can unlock both locks but can't get in with the chain on, can they, and quite right, too. They explained that the apartment downstairs has a leak in its bathroom ceiling and they needed to come in and work out what was going on up here, etc. (They have since explained this in a way that makes sense even though I haven't yet run the shower today. It's a slow-leak-over-time situation softening up the ceiling down there, poor things, and - crucially as far as I'm concerned - nothing I've done in particular.) So I had to let them in, and there was some running of water to determine where the problem was, and then some cursing and banging and general agreement that something they needed to move was rusted in place, and then - my favorite part - a good hour's worth of work in my bathroom and the one downstairs with the Sawzall.
They have finally stopped with the Sawzall and are evidently in the process of actually replacing the drain - talking to each other through what is at present a hole in the floor - and I can't tell you how happy I am to have that noise no longer rattling the place about. It has reminded me of nothing so much as the slow coarse drill at the dentist, except that right now my jaw doesn't ache.
I don't wish I'd gone in to work, because I am miserably stomach-achey, but the peace and quiet I was counting on has been, obviously, absent. Is can be Tuesday now plz?