Um, so DK has to admit, she's been doin' a lot of sittin' around pondering, and nothing concrete is done at this time. Not to say nothing is happening, just that nothing is done yet. I have this quality of sitting on things, pondering, and then it seems that one day something just erupts, from the fog. It's a process I've come to rely upon. Actually, I just read an article on summer boredom, and how it's actually a good thing, because to reach the most creative state one needs to get "bored" to open up the mind. Yeah, that's it.
Part of the issue is I've been generally so-totally-lazy in recent months concerning things-shrimpy. Seems after ironing out the kinks to automation in the Shrimporium, I've achieved a stupor, as I don't have any more expansion plans I want to fund, etc. I make a batch of DKMSJ once a quarter, throw some food into the swarming masses when I think of it, and don't have to do a thing otherwise these days, except count babies for jollies. So I've just gotten so lazy, and have been focusing on all the other things I do, besides shrimp, lately!
The other part of the issue is that a few floors above the Shrimporium (on the roof, actually), DK has been working on closing a deal on a project that makes the Shrimporium pale in comparison. Negotiating with bankers, etc., that sort of thing. I was all nice and all that, through several times of being called "dear" from one male banker, ignoring his patronizing attitude, until the third
time when what he said
the terms would be and what he wrote
into the documents did not match up, and he was magically apologetic about the inadvertent
mistake but yet unable to produce any correct written documents... then... well, I'd just had it. He got it with both barrels, shot out into orbit, by formerly "sweet li'l ol' me" - his next note suggested I had made myself "crystal clear" - I really like that... "crystal clear." The next phone call I got was from his boss. I made myself "crystal clear" to her, too. I don't hear
any better from estrogen, than from testosterone, folks. I had to dump them at the altar, and move on to plan B, because I always am cooking a plan B, to be sporting, anyway. Shrimp have taught me to always have a backup plan.
In other news, last night the frogs were chirping - as in DK's water alarm Leak Frogs. I of course went tearing down to the basement at 10 PM to find the floor flooded. Used up the entire pile of at-the-ready shrimp towels to sop it up.
Took an hour or so to sleuth all around with the flashlight and then bang my head against the wall repeatedly. It wasn't until I let go of a paradigm that I was able to make any progress (see paragraph 1, above).
Turns out it was NOT any of DK's Shrimporium toyworks that were causing the water.
As most of y'all know, the east coast (and lot o' other places too) has been roasting under a nice heat dome, making the power companies dance in anticipation of their profits, from all the 24/7 air conditioning that is a-happenin'. Ours included.
So much so, that the unit in our basement was sweating to the oldies enough to cover the floor in condensate! I finally traced the water back to our air handler!