Productivity ... or the lack thereof

I'm not feeling very productive today. The bath tub backed up - again - and this time I broke down and called the plumber. For all of you in Northeastern Oklahoma, I highly recommend Williams Plumbing. Very nice people. And they don't complain when you call them freaking out because the tub is full of water and not draining and now the toilet won't flush. I actually went to Home Depot and bought drain cleaner before I called Williams, but two bouts of drain cleaner hadn't cleared the line by yesterday morning. I've only got one bathroom and I had to go, damnit! So it was money well spent. I also learned that they immortal crepe myrtle is not the root system growing into the line; it is the thirty-foot tall hackberry tree in the middle of my backyard. The freaking tree is three feet in diameter at the ground. No kidding. I have no idea how to solve this problem. Tomorrow is set aside for yard cleanup and flowerbed creation. It's 70 degrees here on a regular basis, and I still can't bring myself to plant bulbs. I know, as soon as those peonies and phlox are in the ground, BAM. Another freeze. How depressing. All that dirt and nothing to plant. And, work has ground to a shuddering halt in my dining room. There is approximately 10 linear feet of mud and tape left, but Baby love had surgery last month and therefore cannot sand. For those who are wondering, I don't sand. I hang drywall and mud and tape. Sanding is for those who do not hang drywall and mud and tape. So, we may have a dining room by Independence Day.