Doing the Happy Dance...

...because I can stop doing the potty dance. The plumbers just left, and the Rookery is back to a 1:1 ratio of permanent human residents to functional toilets. A couple of weeks back, the downstairs commode decided to stop accepting delivery of water to the tank, thus becoming little more than a not-very-comfy chair in a room where we have no need to sit. Of course, like all good fixtures, it did this right as Emp. Peng. was segueing between employment situations and the house was under a state of "No Unnecessary Spending." Houses just know.