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feng_shui_houseSince I felt too weak and maidenly-swoony to go out, I stayed and did bugger-all (rereading all the factoids I've picked up on DV trying to think of requests for the ficathon doesn't count as productive- particularly all the times I stopped to reread a fic by Shimere...) every once in a while checking the permitage hanging from the front door to see if the Zoning Inspector had done a Stealth Inspection. Around 1PM it occurred to me that the only real objection was the easement encroachment, so, just in case the inspector hadn't seen the Utilities' Letters of Non-Objection that I'd spent more than a month getting, I printed up copies (yes, I scan all this stuff) and put the printouts in a separate baggie.
Giving up on consciousness later, Thomas and I laid down together. He washed my arm, I stroked his tail. We slept. And I awoke to find that my copies had been turned around in the bag and a ZONING FINAL PASSED remark written on the permitage.
YAY. It was after office hours, but I called PoolGuy anyway to leave a message. I spoke to him and he said he'd call tomorrow to ask for an appt. for the Building Inspection. He thinks that one will be cake. I hope, I hope. My arms ache and my feet burn, but my heart is light.
Giving up on consciousness later, Thomas and I laid down together. He washed my arm, I stroked his tail. We slept. And I awoke to find that my copies had been turned around in the bag and a ZONING FINAL PASSED remark written on the permitage.
YAY. It was after office hours, but I called PoolGuy anyway to leave a message. I spoke to him and he said he'd call tomorrow to ask for an appt. for the Building Inspection. He thinks that one will be cake. I hope, I hope. My arms ache and my feet burn, but my heart is light.
