For every Alp borne of maple leaves,

Is a spring sprung of a plumber’s whine.

I have played both mighty mountain-maker and sour river god this weekend.

The result?

The squirrels are mad.

And I’m bathing next to a bag of flush valve bits.

I am a hero among all men.

Until tomorrow (unless I’m whacked by a rodent in my sleep)…


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