The Wave is on the Way

I'm taking a personal day today, not because I'm ill, Secco's going to come and verify my sewage line is now... intact.  The front of my basement is drying out.  I also get to pay for their services this morning.  Surprisingly, my tax refund was deposited into my checking this morning and that will pretty much cover the expense.  Talk about blessings.
There was a debate last evening, and, as usual, I chose not to watch.  I understand the candidates were fiery, going after Bloomberg as well as each other.  Now I know there are those out there who wish one candidate, a front runner, would take the lead.  I'd like that, the problem was that in the beginning there were what?  16?  17 dumb asses vying for the nomination?  Six candidates is a nice round number.  That large field should have been winnowed down much sooner.  Now that most of the chaff has been cleared away, people will start listening to what the candidates are saying. Rest assured, one of those 6 will be our next president.
Indications are growing that the non-voter is going to be showing up at the polls this coming November.   This is to be expected.  I'm on the Rachel Bitcofer team.  That''s right, I've begun to believe there is not one vast group of perennially, flip-flopping Independent Voters, not that there aren't a few, but just not enough to swing the election.  The idea that Independents sit down, listen to the candidates, and then weigh the issues before voting is flushable.  That's just a foolish as believing there are American voters who any type of morally degenerate behavior from the Idiot Jerk as long as the economy is good.  Human beings are not nearly that selfish and self-centered.  If you ask any Republican, they will gloat in their self-assuredness and tell you there's no way the Idiot Jerk is going to lose this November.  They have absolutely no idea how bit this Blue Wave is going to be.
So, what are my plans since I'm taking the day off?  Laundry... I have about 6 loads to do since I couldn't do any because of my sewer issue.  Edit more of The Body in the Well.  I was talking to Cori yesterday (my cover artist) and we were trying to come up with a way to put a snake on the cover.  And, since I bought a bag of pears, possibly bake a pear tart.  Something like this.

I will take pictures if it looks this good.

The 'Hub'

Wow!  I get to go back to work today!  Now, ain't that exciting?  And it's Inventory Day!  That day when purple vested Regis associates storm the building in attempt to count every single piece of merchandise.  Hhhmm, well, at least they're going to bring in free food, usually thousands of chicken nuggets.  yum
Oh, and what about the Boy Scouts of America filing for bankruptcy?  I used to be a boy scout.  I don't know if there was any sexual abuse going on in my troop or not, nothing ever happened to me.  What I find ironic is that most Cub Scout and Boy Scout troops are affiliated to some degree with... churches.  When I was a Boy Scout we held our meetings at a Methodist Church.  What is it with religion and pederasts?  We really need to feel sorry for those little Catholic boys, the ones who were both alter boys and boy scouts.
And, of course, I had my sewer line fixed yesterday by Pronto Plumbing, which is evidently a subsidiary of Secco.  The blockage was in a Terra Cotta pipe about 3 feet from my foundation.  The tech used tool which shot sound into the ground to locate the problem.  Really neat.  He spray painted an 'X' on the ground and said "that's where they dig.," and dig they did, with a little backhoe.  Two feet down they hit... 'the hub.'  Years ago, before PVC, Hubs were used for joining Terra Cotta and cast iron pipes, and amounted to a simple, round, concrete encasement.  Underneath the 'hub' was a trap that was clogged with...a lot of shit.  They replaced a 5 foot section, and the 'hub'  with PVC.  They started at 12:30 PM and finished up 2 hours later.  I was told this was an easy job, though it was still pricey.  That doesn't bother me.  Most of it is being paid for with my Income Tax refund.
As for the dogs, they had so much fun; all these strange men to sniff.  Run outside, bark bark, run inside, bark bark; they haven't had this much excitement in years.  Believe me, they were tuckered out!  After his dinner, Biggie collapsed on the front sofa.

As for The Body in the Well... I've got 29 pages to go in this edit.  I've just begun working on the chapter called 'Camp Town Ladies,' and in case you're wondering... yes, there are Camp Town Ladies in the book... and they do sing.