so the sunday night of the most amazing weekend I get several calls from people helping me.   I was hoping to come back to so much work done.  That wasn't going to happen.  I was now in a spot where I was just praying I had water running.    That was not to be. =(   Let me just say that I have never been one who likes camping in tents and all that jazz.  I have no issue with others who do but its not my idea of fun or relaxing.    So back I come and I now don't have a working toilet in my house. I am showering at the gym (yeah for my membership)  and using a "camping toilet". this is killing my sense of calm.   I am really getting sad and worried that I made a horrid mistake at this point but I have no way to turn back now.  Its got to be a go forward on faith at this point.