Hello, everyone. I think I must be living an I Love Lucy story. I'd try to explain it all but that would take the whole night and I'm just about to fall asleep at the wheel - so to speak.
Short version - picture this. Harry is the chosen one to have the pleasure of the first shower in the newer version of our master bath. He turns on the water, undresses, checks the water temp, seems fine, steps in - then it happens - the water is cold. Jump back! Adjust the water, feels fine, steps forward - super hot - jump out of shower and yell. Does that paint a picture? It seems that something went wrong in the installation and the gizmo that mixes the water is not functioning properly. Those are my words - I don't dare print Harry's words or I'd be put in blogland exile. Plumbers will be here Monday to correct the problem. I'm so tired of this mess that I could see the beauty of a galvanized tub on the screen porch. Only old folks will understand that comment.
Sarah and Baby Mav are sick with a flu-like bug. Both have seen the doctor and are on meds. I went out there this afternoon to be with Mav while Sarah got a much needed nap. At least I was out of the house for a while. Mav is a bit fussy but still a little treasure. I enjoyed my time with him.
All is well on the home front other than all the above and the stress of taking care of a badly failed reef tank and all the related clutter.
Now I'm going to bed before I find myself asleep with my face in the keyboard. Good Night to all.