It's been a rough week. I've been spending most of my time helping my wife and her family with all the logistics that come with a loved one passing (my father in-law). Stiff upper lip over here, and doing basically anything my wife asks me to do. Sunday night my wife's brother and sister in-law were staying over the house. We're sitting by the new wood stove in the kitchen, enjoying a few bourbons, watching the flames and having a generally good time. I hear the well pump running... and running... and running. Go and check it out (jet pump in the crawl space with a shallow well) and it's scalding hot to the touch. I shut it down and call a plumber in the morning. The bad: had to replace both tank and pump to the tune of $4,700. The worst part: we had to inspect the water level in the well, so down came the small housen I built around the can! Dagger to the freakin' heart! At least it wasn't the big housen. That would have killed me... but the small one will be rebuilt now that everything is in working order. What about y'all? Regale me with the times it pained you to move firewood. I'm all ears.