Yesterday was a shitty day. Literally. On the bright side, I got a pretty fair amount of practice digging with my front loader (though I’d hoped it would be continuing on trails in my woods and not digging up my front lawn). At least I now know where the cover for my septic tank is. I also am now familiar with just how full the tank can get before everything starts backing up (I also found out that it seems to be impossible to buy a square-drive cleanout cover wrench; apparently, I’ll need to be making one out of something better than the galvanized plug I wound up buying). What I don’t know (despite lots of digging) is where the damn thing drains – and why the water doesn’t appear to be draining off the top. A project for another day. Hopefully I’ve got a few months before I need to worry about it. I also need drain the washer someplace other than than the septic tank. Another project for yet another day. Good thing I just got brand new, low water-using front loaders. I only wish there was a little more warm weather left in the year.

While yesterday’s shit was literal (you really don’t wanna go down into my basement – trust me), today merely figures to be a figuratively shitty day. It’s already started early – on one of those rare days when I could’ve actually used some more sleep. If you have any pull with the universe (or the Flying Spaghetti Monster or whatever it is that’s out there calling the shots), please ask for nice, easy day for me. I could really use minimum of hassle today – and for the rest of the week, at least, if you can manage it.

Oh well, time for another cup of coffee and then get ready to get out of the house. Hopefully I can hold off on taking a crap ’til I get to work. Everything I leave there is less to wind up in the tank here.