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Today, I'm recovering from Ma and Paw Kettle fix the plumbing that blew up under the sink, that we didn't realize had occurred for IDK-how-long, unfortunately.
65-70 y.o. bodies are not mean to torque around under the damned sink, replacing everything from the shut-off-valves to everything else, in a space too small to be comfortable, without removing the sink. (If we'd removed the sink, we'd have to replace the entire countertop [stone], which means redoing the entire kitchen...evil dominoes, ya know?)
That's all I gotta say about that. Two-day project and we're both like 90-y.o.'s today.
Grumble.
Hitch
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