Yesterday at work I was giving the cashier his break. A customer walked in and motioned for me to come over and said he wanted to show me something. He walked out the door and pointed down by the other door.
Tuesday I did get a hold of a plumber. He stopped that night to take a look. He said he was going to see if he could get a cartridge? for it. He said he should be able to because what I had was a delta. (I'm totally lost on what he's talking about but that's ok) The bad news is that if he can't, there is no access to the plumbing. They would have to take the tub and attached surround out to access the plumbing for the tub. Keep fingers crossed.
I was a bit surprised at how much anxiety I was feeling over trying to decide who to call about the plumbing problem. It's times like that, I really hate living alone and having to take care of any and everything that happens around here.
I totally forgot about calling and making an appointment for my yearly vehicle inspection. It has to be done by the end of the month and I also need an oil change. I also have to call the dentist before the end of the week to let them know how I'm doing. I'm thinking I should be good to go for a while now. Everything seems to be going fine.
My weekly routine for garbage day is to get home from work on Tuesday and drag the garbage can to the curb for it to be picked up Wednesday morning. Yesterday I got home from work, got the garbage can out to the curb and realized it was actually Wednesday and garbage had already been picked up. Since I was off on Tuesday I guess it felt like Monday and it never occurred to me that I needed to take the garbage out. It's a good thing I have very little garbage every week.