the plumber cometh

tomorrow morning. sometime before 10 am. Which is funny, since I haven't been awake before 11 in about a week. Or 3 days. When one goes to bed at 4 in the morning, drugged on NyQuil, one has difficulty rising to do her sun salutations at the appropriate time.

Fortunately, a night of the intricacies of Canadian immigration policy and the Indochinese boat people await me. (Who was saying that I don't get out enough?) If all goes well, I should still be awake at 10 am to let my landlord and the plumber-god-who-will-fix-my-drainless-tub into my humble abode.

And it's hovering around zero tonight, inside the walls. Maybe he can fix my heating while he's at it...