Everything's Dripping

I seem to always get sick in October. This year I made it all the way to the 27th. Of course, we had a weekend with not much planned, but a few small things I was really looking forward to (my cousins' housewarming party, a movie with the girls, a dinner with friends). Friday night I came home from work with a lingering sore throat only to get something from our basement and find we had a leak near the main water pipes. Half an hour later that leak turned into an inch of water on our basement floor. Our plumber was able to get here within an hour ($$ later...) but couldn't fix the problem himself. We had to call the emergency drain fix-it men, who showed up at 9 pm. I was already feeling the effects of post-nasal drip, and all I wanted was to get in my flannel jams and crawl into bed. But Friday night turned into a riveting spectacle. First the drain guy (picture a bald 300 lb guy with a goatee, dripping sweat all over my house) attempted to snake our main line and got his coil stuck in the city sewer pipes. To finish snaking this line and get his line untangled takes until 10:15pm. We're still leaking, so I tell him (inbetween nose blowings) to try something more local, the pipes near the laundry. Paul has to knock down walls because apparently this guy "isn't allowed to," according to company policy. At this point we don't care what he does, just as long as I can go to bed and eventually be able to flush my toilet. After another extended period of time he calls a backup guy, they eventually find the problem behind a wall in our basement, and clear the pipe. Meanwhile, my own pipes were dripping out of control. I spent the entire weekend on the couch nursing my cold/flu. Although it was pretty miserable--especially to have to cancel so many fun plans--I did get to catch up on all my DVR'd shows (mostly Martha episodes) and drink a lot of yummy Tealuxe tea (red groats, yum!).