Then I came home to find what at first glance appeared to be a sinkhole in our yard. Well, I guess it IS a sinkhole, but it was caused by our septic tank falling in. See what I mean about the universe's sick sense of humor? It didn't stop there. It's now been raining every day, and until it stops and the ground dries out, the health department people can't do the tests they need to do to determine what kind of system we need. Just replacing the current one won't work, since the people who built the house didn't install an approved one (unbeknownst to us). It will be done right this time, but I sure wish Mother Nature would cooperate and hold up on the rain for a bit.
But every time I see the national news, I tell myself to stop complaining about a five-foot diameter hole and limited facilities. It could be so much worse.