Up at 4 a.m. and on the job by 5. Spent the workday trying to fix something that I told them would be a problem three months ago, but they insisted on it. Guess what? Now it's broke... and my fault. Got back home a little after noon to find the kitchen sink dripping uncontrollably. Turns out that it's not one leak, but three. The next six hours were spent either on the road to/from the hardware store or under the sink. Just crawled out. Now, I'm smoking something in a something. It really doesn't matter at this point. It's just nice.