Last night there were horny does yodeling in the front yard.
There was also a plumbing debacle around 2am that kept us mopping and plunging (to no avail) until 3.
Professionals were called first thing and because I was so good at describing the issue (the plumber's daughter) we were passed off to a Jetter.
Perk up your ears, homeowners with septic systems. This is a new thing halfway between getting the sink snaked and digging up the septic tank. They use high-pressure water into the clean-out trap ( I didn't even know there was one) and all was made well and functional in about twenty minutes. And reasonably, compared to the other two options.
I am left with the majority of my towels befouled, now outside on the deck taking a drench in this monsoon. I may boil the best and ditch the rest given they are all worn raggedy.
A trip to the pool store for a few chemicals - the two feet of water left in it is already a lovely shade of green. But I know how to fix that.
Saturday. Maybe. It feels like making plans is asking for trouble.