I had a dream this morning that it was the end of World War II, and I had captured the infamous writer of grammar school textbooks (at least in my dream) "Edwards"; the textbooks were apparently very nationalistic and propogandistic. (The radio-alarm had already gone off, so I'm willing to bet that the name was suggested by a story mentioning the vice-presidential candidate on BBC Newshour.) I was looking at the books he had written, and they had black covers with gold caligraphy (titles and authors were in the Western alphabet, not Japanese), and camoflague fabric book-jackets. "Edwards" himself was a mild-mannered Japanese man with Eddie Munster hair, who seemed to be trying to tell me that writing the books was just his job.
My celebration over fixing the toilet was premature; I discovered it was leaking from the water line last night before I went to sleep. I haven't tried fixing it yet, I just turned off the water and drained the tank.
Is it just me, or is the fact that Oprah had to serve on a jury vaguely reassuring?
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I'm not entirely certain, but I think I might have fixed it. (It didn't start leaking until late last night; when I initially finished hooking it up, it wasn't leaking at all.) So wish me luck.
Way ahead of you. I have a link to your blog under the "Pictures" links, along the left hand side of the page, if you scoll down. Hope that's OK!
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