Disaster Strikes

Well disaster is probably too strong of a word, and it didn't really strike, so much as, sneak. Apparently we have had a small, tiny even, leak in our plumbing. We didn't notice this until the paint bubbled up. So we have had the wall ripped out, the plumbing repaired, and now we have these huge dryer/dehumidifiers running constantly. They are so loud you can't even have a conversation, and you have to have the TV on "Gramma Volume." Things like this lie in wait until Ted goes out of town. Two weeks ago he was in England, the car broke down and the garage door spring exploded. Sometimes I wish we were renters.