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Today at work we fixed the bathtub/sink drain in #3 (same building as #2 and #7 from the 911 late night / early morning phone call, for those keeping track of this kind of thing). I had looked at it on Monday and couldn't get anywhere with it. I snaked it and poured a quart-sized bottle of Liquid Fire (brand name for fairly strong sulfuric acid) down the drain and neither of those efforts got it to drain any better than the mind-numbingly slow draining it had been doing when I got there. *sigh* I was ineffectual and out of ideas so I asked Bill (He works for us. Bill can fix anything, damn near.) for help. Bill snaked the drain and poured about a quart of Liquid Fire down the drain. After those operations, the drain drained about as mind-numbingly slowly as it had been doing when we got there. Right, then. I was happy because it wasn't just me being ineffectual.

( Click to read the rest of today's adventure in plumbing! )

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I have taught myself to do two-handed two-color knitting. That's what I did this evening instead of cooking dinner. Now, not_your_real may recall that I claimed I would not ever do this. I said that one string and one stick in each hand was really not a feasible concept no matter what other people on the internet said in their damn blogs. I said that it was fussy and entirely too difficult and besides, pursuing two-handed knitting would mean I'd need to learn to knit continental, which I would not ever, ever do because holding the string in one's left hand and picking stitches instead of throwing them was impossible, sick, and wrong. Er. I may have been a bit hasty with that judgment.

( There's a picture, even... )