I switched out the receptacle -- a gallon plastic trashcan -- under the leaking shutoff valve under the kitchen sink before I went to bed last night. When I got up this morning, it was brimful, but not yet significantly overflowing; the drip had worsened a lot since the previous day. I switched buckets again with only minor spillage and called the office again when I was dressed. I got a young woman who wasn't familiar with my case, and I had to explain the whole thing again, but it turned out that the maintenance guy was at her elbow, and she eventually put him on. He came over shortly after that. I hung around, telecommuting, until he had replaced the valve, and then went into work, with the assurance that a new bathroom sink is on order and might even come in today.
It didn't. I took a photo this evening: not a very good one, but it's dark under there.
( Peer under the sink. )( Computer Blathering )In other news, I received a package today containing the middle volume of the Mageworlds trilogy -- I picked up volumes 1 and 3 at the used bookstore we visited between the Narnia movie and dinner, and ordered the other one through Amazon, the first time I've done that. It worked fine, except that the package looked so like the ones our data tapes come in that it ended up in the wrong mailbox at work. I could really do with some nice escapist reading soon.
