It took 40 days to achieve running water in the kitchen, but I am finally up and running again. Sorry I was such a bad blogger; work is extremely complicated and busy right now, and I come home unwilling, actually, unable, to sit in front of another computer. The weekend was an exhausting blur - the electrician was here all day on Saturday. I mean, ALL DAY - he arrived around noon and finished up at 8 Saturday night. If you need a fabulously dedicated and meticulous electrician in the Orlando area, just ask - he's a gem. And there was massive amounts of unpacking and trash-dragging-out, and furniture assembly, and yeah, I am beat.
The plumber wasn't heroic enough to work the weekend, so after the countertop was finally installed (not without some drama, I had a minor meltdown but I'm better now) I had to go through another weekend of washing dishes in the hall bathroom. The wonderful young electrician even did a nice job fixing the flooring the countertop guys pulled apart while moving the dishwasher and then screwing it into place CROOKED. Oh yeah, Friday afternoon was my official I HATE EVERYBODY! Meltdown. The electrician fixed the floor the countertop guys stared at like halfwits, and the plumber was able to fix the crooked dishwasher issue. I'm much calmer.
Was it worth it?
My only issue - and it's an issue - I don't think the bar has enough support for that span of countertop, and a couple of people have offered the same opinion. I've told Home Depot about it and was supposed to hear from someone today and didn't. When I have two non-exhausted brain cells to rub together, I'll bitch. Right now, I want to go to bed.