Coming back to Byesville would not be complete without having to fix a plumbing problem or two in my cellar.
A professional plumber could have fixed my minor problem in about an hour, with the usual hocus pocus of mastery.
With me doing the work, it took about four and a half hours, five trips to Moore Bros. Hardware, three quiet moments of prayer, about six curse words and about 20 trips from my cellar into the kitchen upstairs. All of this because the hot water spigot in the kitchen sink appears to be running too slow.