So the re-piping guys are here today. They showed up promptly when they said they would and started in. S is working from home in case issues come up and I'm home sick, moving as little as possible and reading lovely fluffy fiction whenever I can summon the energy to keep my eyes focused.
S was sitting at his computer trying to tell me about... about... well, about something I can't happen to recall at the moment. I wasn't focusing very well on his words, so I told him that he would need to use small words, speak in short, simple sentences, and use very clear logic today if he wanted me to understand him at all. He laughed and asked me if my spousal mind-reading, brain-wave syncing abilities were on the fritz. I told him that yes, they were because all the snot mucks up the delicate connections.
It turned out to be a good thing we were both home today - we had to go sign another paper for our loan. The loan officer told us that they have started using a wonderful new, improved computer system that, incidentally, doesn't yet allow them to print documents directly from it, forcing them to export files to the old system for printing. Unfortunately, sometimes not everything transfers completely. Thus the discovery of the form we needed to sign. He apologized profusely. I made S take me to the Dairy Queen drive-through for an ice-cream cone as his punishment for dragging me out of my sick bed.
Ooh, the smoke alarm just went off near where they are drilling in the hallway. There is no smoke, just dust.
The guy waved a towel at the smoke detector and it stopped screaming. Whew! That thing is loud!
Wait, I just forgot what I came here to share with you all. Give me a moment.
Oh, yeah! Earlier this morning I very thoughtfully prepared a roast for the crock pot so we could have dinner tonight. I made sure to get it ready to go in while we still had running water. Actually, we still have running water. They won't turn it off until all the pipes are ready to be connected to the main. But I digress!
Anyway, because it was early and I didn't want a hard, shrunken, dried out hunk of jerky for dinner, I set the crock pot to low, which setting I haven't used in years. I'm always in a hurry. Yes, even with a slow-cooker. I set my dish towel on top to keep the heat and moisture from escaping past the ill-fitting lid and went back to my urgent lounging.
I came by a while later to pick something up from the counter near the cooker and was surprised to find that it really wasn't very hot. But the roast smelled good, at least to my impaired sniffer, so I just checked to make sure I had actually turned it on to low and left again.
I came back to that counter just now to get some salt for my boiled egg and didn't feel any heat. Worse, I didn't smell nearly-done roasty goodness. Damn. The low setting must be malfunctioning, I thought. I turned it to high and happened to glance at the wall socket as I turned to go.
I hadn't plugged it in. *head desk*
I'm going back to bed now.