Plumbing is the mind-killer.
Plumbing is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my plumbing.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the plumbing has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
With a sump pump that works, hopefully. Otherwise we’re going to have to move.