Answers were slow in coming today. Actually, they haven’t yet arrived.
I suppose I should have left my shoes on, then I wouldn’t have known.
Last night while getting ready for bed, I slipped off my shoes and as I headed past the bathroom sink I immediately noticed my socks had suddenly become cold or wet.
They were wet, though I think not-quite-damp is a better word. They were giving me a warning that the carpet wasn’t dry. And, honestly, it should be. Always.
Since I try to turn my thoughts off before bed, I was wondering how that was going to happen if I had a new worry. Gary would have known what to do, but my go-to place is Facebook.
I was told it could be a seal around the toilet. Or it could be a leak in a pipe. I can fix neither of those problems even if I knew which one it was. (Please don’t let it be both.)
Gary was the one who wanted a partially-carpeted bathroom. He did it for warmth on the floor, and to help me not to fall on slick tile. I wish now we had gone with slip-resistant throw rugs.
I didn’t realize I would have to be put on a list at the plumber’s (no call-back today, and I called them at 7 a.m. when they opened), and no reply (yet) from someone I am sure could at least let me know what I’m dealing with.
Last night I tried to make sure that every time my mind turned to the carpet, I would pray. That’s all I can do, and it’s the best thing I can do.
Sure, I might have to go upstairs earlier than normal tonight – there’s a bathroom upstairs – but that’s not so bad. At least I have an alternative.
I’ve learned that counting my blessings really does push negative thoughts to the side, then behind me. Tomorrow’s another day, and maybe there will be good news to report.
Just about anything’s possible, right? You bet it is.
Thursday, Jan. 17, 2019