Yesterday I noticed a small water puddle between the kitchen sink wall and the sunroom wall. I called my husband to notify him of the puddle and potential pipe leak and he said he knew what needed to be done. He figured it would be a removal and replacement of one small pipe and some PVC glue, and that would hold us over until we could get all the old 1947 cast iron pipes replaced. He began working on the pipes, thinking an hour would be sufficent time to fix the pipes, but the entire pipe broke off. The pipe was so old it had just rusted through and broke off with the smallest of movement.
At that point he called it a night and decided to tackle the project in the morning after we run.
Well... The run never happened. We both woke up too late, going on 9:00 am... It was a matter of getting breakfast and going to work on the pipes, which is now an all day project.
That's my excuse for not running today. I figured "the dog ate my homework" doens't work in this instance. Tomorrow is another day!
By the way, I had a whole other post planned about a local guy who ran his own marathon to qualify for the Boston Marathon. I'll post about that tomorrow.
Year Of Tha Boomerang - Rage Against The Machine