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Jan. 24th, 2002 01:48 amTired, after another night of working on the house. I'm not as exhausted as I was last time, but I didn't start until 7:30, though I just now finished. Or quit, rather, as there is still much to be done. (And I am hearing these words in my mind in the voice of the narrator of my Lord of the Rings on CD, which I have been listening to, these past days. Come to that, my phrasing seems to have acquired something of Tolkien's style.)
The list of things that have to be done only grows longer. I have now discovered the reason for the linoleum peeling in the kitchen. There is a leak under the refrigerator where the water pipe enters for the icemaker--which itself has not worked for years--which has rotted the subfloor and loosened the adhesive beyond what age would account for.
The list of things that have to be done only grows longer. I have now discovered the reason for the linoleum peeling in the kitchen. There is a leak under the refrigerator where the water pipe enters for the icemaker--which itself has not worked for years--which has rotted the subfloor and loosened the adhesive beyond what age would account for.