We've been busy getting my Dad's house ready to go on the market after some pretty extensive water damage from burst pipes. In the midst, we've been helping my oldest daughter and her husband get their new condo ready and getting them moved in.
Of course, at a most convenient time (is any time convenient for this?) my carpet in my studio is soaked from a leaking water pressure gauge. You know, one of those pinhole leaks that keeps spitting a small, steady stream, enough to soak the padding before it starts to show up in the carpet. Needless to say, I'm a little preoccupied.
So, no, I'm not slacking.