I'm tired. I had to move a lot of wine and other stuff yesterday to make room for the installation of a new water heater. The old one sprung a leak on the overflow pipe two weeks ago. Luckily, I caught it before it did much damage. I rigged up a chamois to direct the drip, drip, drip into a large container, which I had to dump each day until my plumber had time. (At least my trees love me now.)
I had wanted a tankless heater, but the logistics of my tri-level house made it extraordinarily expensive, if not downright physically impossible. So, a 50-gal heater it was. I told the plumber that I knew a neurosurgeon who became a plumber. He made more money.
This morning I decided to install my Dacor stove that I had bought some time ago. A couple of weeks ago the oven ignitor once again went out in my GE range. This time the ignitor lasted about a year or so, but I've replaced so many the cost has equalled the purchase price of the stove. And the engineering stupidity makes a 10-min job into an hour or more because you have to disassemble the entire oven. Bon voyage, GE stove. I'm astounded at how hard it was on my quads to duckwalk four times under house to turn gas off and on while installing the new stove. I'm going to have to get my kiln shelf baking stone trimmed down an inch or so. The GE oven was a little larger. And, now I have to learn how to bake using a convection oven.
Next project: buying a vent hood and >whoopie< installing it. The used Vent-a-Hood I got with the Dacor won't fit, so I'll have to buy a new one.
I'm going to take a nap.