Sleep in, wake up, this lunch off poor payment for last night taken from me, drinking my coffee, vague plans for the morning, afternoon, when the roommate bursts in to tell me the water is backing up, I need to call the landlord.
And I think it's a bit dramatic, we still have the laundromat, but it's the bathroom now, and I go to check and there are turds floating in the bathtub, the toilet has overflown, backed up into the tub, and she's there with mop and bucket cleaning it up.
I should clarify - not my turds.
She's not impressed. The "free rent as long as you clean" agreement - this wasn't part of it. Not at all, not a bit. And so I promise to call the landlord and send her off to work.
I call the landlord, leave a message, another message announcing my departure in August, but they're not returning my calls, and so I have to write this up and take a bus to the old hood where I leave it impaled on their door. Then to Safeway, I need a few weeks of cat food, and purchase as well some drain cleaner. Today will be spent pouring liquid plumber, draino down the sinks, kitchen sink, bathroom sink, bathtub, occasional pots of boiling water, trying to clear the blockage so I can shower and prepare myself for work.
A brief nap, clouds boiling on the horizon, tornadoes in brilliant blue dancing across the landscape, chalk-drawn edges that make them seem like wedges into another universe, hail, great storms that hide the houses across the street from me.
The forecast is for thundershowers.
Now to test my plumbing, take a shower and hope nothing unsavory floats up, then to work. 2 days left.