Wasted weekend

Actually, it was quite productive.  I spent virtually the entire day with Hank plumbing the waste lines in the downstairs bathroom, which involved tearing out much more plumbing than I had originally anticipated.  But working with him is an exercise in efficiency--he knows just exactly what needs to get done and does it.  And I know just enough to do the menial stuff while he's doing the heavy lifting--as a result the old water and waste piping came out and we installed the new stuff  by dinnertime.  The rest of the evening was spent with Susanna watching the Caps drop one to the Habs with :21 in the game while Adam was jamming with his band and K was at a play with her friend.  Boudreau's quote:  "He (Jurcina) should have hit him instead of looking for the puck between his legs".  I love this coach.  To be fair, Jurcina was the filling in the screw-up sandwich, as Alzner let the Hab by him and Johnson let the shot trickle through his pads...

We should have a working johnny and sink by the weekend when my cousins join the rest of the world in overrunning our fair city for the inauguration--the shower tile work won't quite be done.

Here's some of the old stuff:

And here's the new configuration...

So no ride on Saturday--it was crappy out anyway, and Sunday morning was wet and I had to go to work to put out a small fire and help Mom move some furniture.  The rest of the fam visited extended fam in Herndon, so as is my custom I joined them later in the day by riding out there, a process that includes a destination rather than an out and back, which is more palatable when time is tight.   And those 35 or so miles today may have well been 135, since I've been off the bike most of the winter now and have the legs of a withered old coot.

The road back to the routine is slowly becoming smoother.