Cue the Mop Brigade

It's said that the one scary aspect of owning your own house is waiting for something to fail, especially over a weekend.

Water pouring onto the kitchen floor, fortunately, is usually easy to trace, and in this case, it's coming from the single oldest component in the kitchen: the garbage disposer, which is leaking enough to make me wonder if I'm going to get a nasty letter from Valerie Plame.

It could, of course, be worse, and eventually it will, but this is a comparatively-simple (if not especially cheap) fix.

(Update, 5 pm: New In-Sink-Erator purchased, despite some delightful distractions.)

Posted at 7:59 AM to Surlywood