So far just a dream, but who knows what prescience I possess.
I dreamed there was someone looking at my house, perhaps to buy it. Then they noticed a leak in my downstairs bathroom toilet and suddenly were not so interested in buying.
I turned off the supply valve, and the leak stopped. I knew I would most likely have to remove the toilet and begin the process of replacing the wax sealing ring. I had done this once before at the Paradise house, so I wasn't too traumatized at the prospect. I wasn't too thrilled about it either, but I knew that this was going to be necessary or I'd be looking at rotting floorboards and a more difficult repair as a result.
I hate house dreams. They usually mean that shit in my life has reached a certain level of disrepair, and I'm ignoring it.
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