There are so many things to say about Spring Break that I don’t even know where to start. Let’s begin with the fact that on Tuesday night, my plumbing messed up again. A drain in my water-heater closet backed up, flooding the (carpeted) closet with dirty water, and had to be snaked.

Well. They did not snake it well enough, apparently. The exact same thing happened again today. Let’s call it a Tuesday Tradition, shall we? Aren’t you jealous of my festive Tuesdays? Today’s smelly incident happened just after I came home from the gym (where I had done yoga class, lifted over 7,000 lbs in weights, and run three miles), and, due to having to wait on the maintenance guys and on the Roto-Rooter Dude they eventually called in, I did not get to shower or eat lunch for about four hours.

People, I have one thing to tell you about me: when I am that dangerously hungry — when I am as hungry as a person is who has done all that exercise while fueled only by an English muffin with almond butter and it is now 4:30 in the afternoon — it is best for people to stay the fuck away from me. Unless, I mean unless they want to be killed and eaten. People are organic and plant based, right?

Y’all, it was ugly. As soon as I was free to leave and procure lunch, I jetted over to the sandwich shop as soon as possible and then basically inhaled a foot-long veggie sub in, like, four minutes, hands all shaking and eyes glazed with fire. That sub was probably the best tasting thing I have ever eaten.

And because I am still recovering from the psychological trauma, I am making pizza for dinner. Yes, pizza, and it’s not even a long-run day, which means I am breaking my pizza tradition. I happen to think the (unwilled-by-me) institution of this new Tuesday Plumbing Tradition is reason enough for that, however.

It is time for me to sign off and work on some course prep for tomorrow, but I will come back and regale you with more fantastic tales of my week soon! In the mean time, how are you?