Not trying to be a tease, just trying to find a way to get through the first hot snap of the year, contractions, little signals that this little girls is getting closer to making her debut and not having running water upstairs. Sean got the mold out of the bathroom, along with the 200 pound cast iron tub. The drywall, tiles, lath and plaster are all far, far away after multiple trips to the dump. The girls are at Nana’s and I am ready to head up to bed…so very far away from the only working toilet. I had a plumber on the phone, he sounded great – intelligent, sympathetic, available and then BZZZ-APPP his cell phone died. He never called back. Several other…