Hat tip. That's incredible.
This has been a heckuva week on the home front. At nearly 94 years of age, Dad threw the towel in on independent living at Beaver Lake. We were down in AZ a few weeks ago visiting our daughter and my sister, and naturally while we're out of town he trips and falls and has to crawl over to the phone and call the next door neighbor to help him back up. Fortunately, he wasn't seriously hurt, but that scared him - as it should have - and he told me "it was time".
So we moved him into our house, and have been working feverishly to de-clutter his home getting ready for a few "word of mouth" prospective buyer that want to see it pre-listing with a realtor. It's a big change for everyone, but nobody wants to ship him off to a nursing home as long as he's still ambulatory and cognitively sharp.
The BIGGEST change is - for a LOT of reasons - my wife and I chose to give up our primary bedroom (formerly known as the Master bedroom, but there's another label gone by the wayside) and move ourselves to one of the downstairs bedrooms. Now we're getting ready to kick off a major remodel of the basement bathroom so WE can have a shower again vs. stepping over the side of the tub on one of those tub/shower combo things.
In summary, I picked the wrong week to ...