On moving apartments and other matters...

I've always had an issue with the cabinet underneath the kitchen sink. Maybe I was turned off by the damp, dark, icky unknown. Maybe it was the oniony/garlicky odor that always seemed to linger there. Or maybe it was the undiagnosed dark green/brown/grey patches that seemed to appear in that habitat.

Well today, I put aside that fear and got all up in the said cabinet to uninstall my water filter. 1 hour of cussing, contorting my body, more cussing, referring to instructions, more cussing, trying out different angles/tools/techniques, and even more cussing later, I managed to remove the durn thing.

Okay, so I didn't cuss up a storm. Okay, so I didn't cuss at all. My point is this: if this nursing thing doesn't work out, maybe I'll go become a plumber.