Mr. Cranky and I spent pretty much the whole day repairing the fl#x*zbpshttt-ling woodstove.
I got up this morning to stoke the fire, as usual, only to find that the cast iron baffle from the ceiling of the woodstove had warped to the point that it had fallen down on the coals. Again.
I like to solve problems like this and it is satisfying to have this fixed because we knew it was just a matter of time before it failed. So how on earth did this take a whole day? I don't know but it did. Today I am Ms. Cranky, I guess.