I'm still washing dishes in the bathroom sink, which is a major pain, but it'll be a few more weeks before I can afford to have the septic people out to fix one of the septic systems so that my kitchen sink will be useable once again.
No, that wasn't a typo. Septic systems, as in two. The people who built my house eons ago must have had plans to convert it into a two-family dwelling at one time. Upstairs I have one septic system. Downstairs, I have another. It's a daylight basement that I converted to an apartment years ago, but quit renting it out when the septic system for the apartment began acting up. Little did I know that the upstairs kitchen sink drained into the downstairs septic. And when that failed, all that dirty dishwater began flooding the apartment downstairs. I didn't know this, as I seldom go downstairs. When I discovered the flooding, I was sick. Brand new carpeting ruined. Everything musty. It's heartbreaking.
So Thursday I have a neighbor kid coming over to help me tear out the carpet and begin the process of drying out. In the meantime, I'm up to my ears in work, and really can't spare the time for such nonsense.