It's taken several days, a few trips to the hardware store, and a lot of swearing, but we have a sink!
We've had almost six days of washing dishes in the bathroom. Not only that--I never realized how many times a day I give my hands (or a spoon, or whatever) a quick rinse.
I've really tried not to complain and to be mindful of gratitude, because Bob and I have both lived in places where people had to walk to a fountain with jugs to get water. I just had to walk an extra 13 steps a few dozen times a day to get all the fresh running water I want. But even that got old after awhile.
It's far from over. There's still all that . . . stuff . . . in the living room to be sorted and put away. And the cabinets need to be painted. But today--we celebrate (meaning we had a beer at lunch and now I may not get anything done this afternoon)