5.5 - It came from beneath the sink

OK, so that's one of my favorite fake horror movie titles, but in my case it's pretty close to accurate. Not the sink, though - the tub. And the it is... um... me.

Posts have been rare lately as I have started a new job, have plenty of work to do with promoting the business, and—as the title would indicate—have been working on replacing the tub in the master bathroom.

The current state of things is that the tub is in place, but not connected. The walls around it have been stripped to the studs. I replaced some rotten wood, and have some rebuilding to do. The drain is almost complete except for the part where I go under the house and cut off an old fitting and glue the last three pieces of PVC together. That's what I should be doing now. I'm stalling.

The whole issue is of greater importance because starting Friday and running through Thanksgiving, we have three sets of relatives coming to visit: my parents, my in-laws, and my sister-in-law (and her family). It will all be wonderful—except for the part when there are eight of us trying to get a shower in the one remaining bathroom.

So... my mission is to have the tub operational tonight, and the shower working by tomorrow. It won't be done, mind you, but it will work. There is a lot of tile work and such in my future, but if there is water coming from the showerhead and all that water goes down the drain, and I'm done by tomorrow night, I will have accomplished my mission.

OK, enough stalling. Cover me. I'm going in...