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Sitting around the house, waiting for a plumber to show up. We appear to have a leak coming from the vicinity of the dishwasher. It's a recent development, but the water was enough to have screwed up the flooring right in front of it, dang it all. Maybe after it gets fixed we'll put a rug in front of it, or something.

And as I sit around waiting, in writerly housekeeping news, I followed up on a couple stories that were way overdue, only to discover one had indeed been rejected, and the other (a rewrite from July) had never been received. Sigh. It's sad when both kinds of mail let you down.

To make up for this, June is sitting in my lap as I sit in front of the computer. I feel like Dr. Evil holding Mister Bigglesworth. And now to unleash my giant robot hedgehogs with laser eyes upon the Post Office! Muhahahahahah!

Update: And it's a leaky pump. Now the new question: repair or replace the dishwasher? Ah, the joys of home ownership.


dishwashers should last longer than this has.

Well, I tried telling it that, but all it did is drip at me in an insolent manner. So there you go.