Saturday, January 12, 2019

Puddle on the floor postpones nuclear threat


Today Andrew was forced to momentarily delay his plans for a first strike nuclear action and focus on domestic issues, as a previously monitored leak in the guest bathroom became the focus of more urgent attention.

The leak under the sink was traced to a faulty cold water hose and shutoff valve assembly. Several months ago, when beginning a related repair on a leaky tap topside, the under sink shutoff valve proved to be leaky in all positions except fully open and fully closed. This was thought to be acceptable in light of the fact that it is usually only required to be in either of those two positions.  Both the faucet washer and valve repair were postponed at that time. However, evidence on the floor today indicated that something was amiss under there, despite it having previously passed the fully open position test.

The particle board subsink material is waterlogged, as is a portion of the floor tile grout and some drywall. Partial disassembly of the undersink cabinet revealed that damage wasn't severe enough to warrant an entire sink replacement. After a cursory mop up with paper towels,  a heater fan was placed in the area and Lysol and Clorox wipes were used to prevent a large scale mold infestation.

Meanwhile, preparations are being made to replace the upper faucet washers and the cold water intake hose and valve. Due to current "not giving a shit" constraints, no other repairs are being considered at this time.

In order to conserve energy, Andrew had to postpone his plans to launch any attack on persons outside of his immediate sphere of influence, leaving foreign affairs in an uneasy, temporary state of detente. Although theories of karma or synchronicity abound, they are being dismissed by Andrew as "hogwash" and "a load of rubbish."

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