Toilet meltdown

All three toilets died yesterday. The first plumber we called, a buddy of our handyman, Gary, didn't show, so we called Mr. Rooter, who sent Ramez. He got there about 2 and fixed the obvious blockage, but more importantly, diagnosed a broken sewer line on our property. Tree roots had strangled it. Ramez et al are coming back on Thursday to demolish part of the patio and then repair the pipe. We're not sure whether it will be a partial or full replacement.

Sigh.

We spent the night at a Courtyard Marriott around the corner. Nice little place, though we got what they told us was the last available room. It was dungeonesque. One pitiful little basement-style window. Didn't matter. They said there were only 3 rooms like this in the hotel and they gave us a discount. Now that I'm immersed in flora at work, I noticed a really nice landscaping job around the place. And I could identify most of the species. Amid the chaos, a feeling of accomplishment squeaked out.

We're back home tonight. Seeing Conlon tomorrow morning. I'm going with him since his numbers are diving so fast. I worry about his getting dizzy and tired.

I want him to get some antibiotics in light of the sewer fiasco.