It was deemed to risky of a procedure to attempt only a few hours before the house was filled for a second day of feasting. An executive decision was made to halt the hot water heater exchange. A real plumber would be called on Monday. I didn't argue. It looked easy enough though.
Our hostess may have lived through enough family gatherings in a construction zone for one life time and opted out of continuing the tradition.
Tomorrow I will return to the mountain top where the Pink Muhly Grass has faded to an amber wave. The kitties will be freed from their confinement in the big house next door. I will have a long hot shower at last.
Now I must trust in the southern climate to take care of the delicate flower until the crocus are in bloom and the flowers return to the mountain top.