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[desperance]

Plumber predicts another hour. Joiner and I will believe him when we see him. Meanwhile, heavy bath is heavy, but we have manhandled its cast-iron self back into place all by our frail and fleshly selves, so that he can build a frame around it and I can - well. Come back to sitting here, poking at the keyboard, poking at the internets, poking intermittently at story to see if it wants to play after all.

Sometimes I think I must be very annoying.