Last night, we had a near disaster. Our basement is below street level, so there is a cistern/pump system that sends the waste water up to street level, so it can flow into the sewer system.
Fang likes to use the bathroom downstairs; he keeps it clean and ready for guests, so we allow it. Last night, Fang finished up with his nightly… business, and called for me any my plunger skills. I was working on the toilet, when Fang told me that I might need to snake the shower, too. Wait, what? I snaked that out three weeks ago. The boy wears a crewcut, so there is no way he could have clogged it up so quickly. I hightail it to the back of the basement to see blackwater coming out of the cistern. That is… Not GoodTM. I go to tell Fang to shut off the water NOW, but he already has finished his shower.
I go upstairs to check the breaker box, and find that someone1 had flipped the breaker to the “off” position. I turn it back on, grab the softscrub with bleach and a couple of cleaning rags, and tell Fang to clean his feet, tub, and toilet. He complained to me that he’d rather not, because he’s already clean. I tell him that I would rather not mop up all the shit filled water in the back of the basement, but here we are. He decided he had the slightly more pleasant job. I mopped up about a gallon of blackwater, clean off the coolers and golf caddies that were sitting in it, and proceed to bleach the hell out of the floor. Crisis averted.
Aside from that, I had a good virtual ride this morning, a nice weekday breakfast of granola and yogurt, and actually got stuff done this morning for work.
Red - we need to work on a Nashville dopefest, once the 'Rona is done.
1 - Actually it was no one. Not a single child has ever touched the breaker box. Nope, it wasn’t them at all. The have no clue who could have done that.