I feel your scorn, and I accept it.
Yesterday… The counters were here. And then most of them were gone. Because it turned out that the cabinets on the long wall weren’t level. In fact, they built the extended part on top of the floating floor, which is a big stupid no-no. So 3/4ths of my counters – including the sink – went back to Toledo to wait for the cabinets to be fixed.
I really loved that sink. Obviously it wasn’t functional but I’ve been washing dishes in the bathroom. Just having it there, ready for a plumber would have been a nice beacon of hope.
But yes, I do have a counter now – the one in the corner was just fine, so it stayed. It’s something, I guess.
(I did not think to take pictures when all the counters were here and in place, which is just as well. I don’t need to think any more about that sink. Also, yes, a couple of the handles aren’t straight. It will be fixed.)
As for Louie… He’s fine, healing very nicely. Still in a cone, but the only drugs he’s on now are antibotics and his potassium powder. He’s on his last or maybe second-to-last bandage.