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.
Good luck.
Three rules of plumbing: water rolls downhill, payday is Friday, and don’t lick your fingers.
But I think Rule 0 may be: get someone else to do the work.
Yes, then the new rule one is don’t face your plummer’s backside.
That would be plumb crazy!
Anyway: all is now well. Life can go on. I can even take a shower (narrowly avoiding that EPA citation that’s been looming).
If you cannot face your plumbing, you will face the Gom Plunger…
Kull wahad! (Or whatever it is that the Reverend Mother mutters.)