I swear to you—it’s houses. Wherever water is, water can be.

But I am going to try drying it all out. We’ve got the side panel off the dishwasher, which gives access to the under-cabinet space, and we’ve got a fan running.

Bashed my hand—or stressed it: I’ve got a heckuva ‘mouse’ between my first and second knuckles: not the first time that’s happened, but it twinges every time I use the index finger. Does wonders for your concentration while typing.

Jane meanwhile has the bathroom spackling job, and is sanding away. She’s working on 3 hours sleep a night, and can’t rest. I couldn’t load the dishwasher problem onto her. Meanwhile my back is out: you know, that lovely twist where your left shoulder is going at an angle while you’re walking straight ahead. We’re going to have to take one afternoon off and get me to the chiropractor, and that means I lose a whole day on muscle relaxant, plus the driving.