Got up this a.m. at 5:30 per usual, so I could hit the gym. Found my living room ceiling merrily dripping away. So I went back to bed, then called the plumber as early as possible (7 a.m., when I’d usually be sweating on the elliptical machine), skipped my shower (I had visions of the whole tub coming through the ceiling) and came in to work. Before I left home, I noticed that Amelia the Very Odd Kitty was already dunking her toys — various mousies and jingle balls — in the pan I’d placed to collect the water drips. I wonder what the plumbers will make of this?
So here I am, stinky and unexercised on a Monday morning. Great start for the week, eh?