Today was weird. I went to take a shower and minimal water pressure. I checked the yard and the street. No water. It wasn't us. If it wasn't us it must be the district.
Well, crap. There went my shower. I stood there naked in the tub staring accusingly at the faucet. I finally got out. Biscuit was very interested and got in the tub with me, sniffed around, and jumped out again.
I had also planned to do a load of clothes, but I didn't dare run the washer with little water pressure. I could only imagine it would cause the computer to freak out.
Well, that was my plan for the morning. I finally said to hell with it and took a nap. Torbie got on me, literally, purring and putting a paw on my face every time I stopped petting her. She is a little extortionist. She does that with Ron, too, but it's padded by his beard. We don't mind, we accommodate her.
I took a little nap but Ron woke me up going to the bathroom. I warned him about the water pressure. He said he had to go regardless. He went, it flushed OK. Now I understand the flush water was already in the tank, but the tank filled up OK. I got up and checked the water, it ran the way it should.
I ran a load of laundry with stain remover, on the soak cycle. My new socks did not wash well in the wash bag. I used some stain fighter additive (safe for my machine) for the soak cycle. I also took the socks out of the bag. The soak cycle fills and agitates for a while, sits for an hour, and drains, leaving me with a load of soggy clothes. I then add detergent (Tide) and run a regular load. Only once have I forgotten to turn the knob from "soak" to a standard cycle. I remembered today. I put it on heavy duty.
I watched some TV, Ron called Chuck and they talked for a while. The load finished. I took the clothes out of the washer, no stains. The stain fighting stuff I use (Shout Gel, and Biz) really worked. The socks looked very good, wearable. I was worried I would have to throw them all out. I couldn't bleach them because all the fibers are synthetic, plus it would damage the elastic. I had put in a pair of Ron's pants. The pants had to be washed, they had stains and looked bad. Not only were they clean, the legs were practically tied in a knot from all the agitation. Ron's sweatshirts looked fine and so did our t-shirts.
I just had to take the socks out of the bag to get them clean. Lesson learned. I will probably put them back into a bag for storage, though. I ran the dryer, hung up the clothes when dry. I left the socks in the dryer.
I need to get up early so I will go to bed early tonight. It was a strange day, without water for part of it, or effectively without water. It did remind me to bring the bill to work so I can pay it.
Ron's back seems to be bothering him, I will check on him before I go to bed and make sure to let him know I am going to bed. Overall, he is pretty good about "letting" me sleep when he is hurting. He is not always good about that when he's drinking. But, as far as I know, he's had very little today.
A reader mentioned things seem at their worst right about now. I mentioned I believe 2011 was worse. I will have to go look up some random posts but from what I remember he was drinking heavier, more verbal abuse, keeping me up all night, more blackouts, etc.
Then in early 2012 I had what I believe to be a miscarriage (I did not get checked out). If I did it was a good thing because I was in no way able to care for a child at that time. Those were some bad times.
Had I been pregnant, and maintained it, I would have probably given it up for adoption. If you were wondering.
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