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Alright, homeowners, can you identify what you are looking at in this image?

I did not have this bathroom under-sink repair on my bingo card of small projects two days ago. As soon as I successfully pulled off one thing, another popped up to remind me that nothing lasts indefinitely. I think I was bragging to Cyndie about finishing one of my recent fixes when she reported that the stopper in the bathroom sink pulled out, revealing the pivot rod supporting it had rusted to the point of disintegration.

I’m really hoping under-sink issues do not come in threes. I’ve had enough of that unpleasant contortioning for the year.

On the bright side, it gave me an excuse to work indoors while the weather outside is uncomfortably cold. For the umpteenth time in the last two weeks, Cyndie needed to cover her flowers to protect them from freezing.

A cardboard box over one of the planters was a quick and easy method. There are bags and blankets and plastic pails scattered over growing things all around the property, and no sign of a warmup visible in the 10-day forecast.

Having lived through 67 years of changing seasons, I still find myself surprised by how much our sensitivities to temperatures vary at different times. In March, air temps in the 40s (F) feel warm, but in May, the same temperature can chill to the core. Yesterday, I struggled to get my body to warm up after morning chores, and I felt uncomfortably cold for the rest of the day.

I suppose my reluctance to change back into winter wear could explain a lot of my problem. It’s May, dagnabbit! I don’t want to go back to insulated layers again. Relying on the high sunshine to nudge things up to a tolerable level was a failure yesterday because we only enjoyed a few moments of sun before a blanket of clouds took over for the rest of the day.

There is hope for a small improvement today. If the predictions hold, we might see a little more sunlight, and the air could warm into the mid-50s (F).

I should probably dress in layers –several of them.

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