The house is trying to tell me something….

There’s nothing quite so fun as stuff dripping from the ceiling.  Apparently, the icemaker hates me.  But, by tricking it into thinking it’s full, it doesn’t try to refill, and the leaking stopped…so it’s somewhere between the valve and the spout.  Haven’t butched it out yet, to see if it’s just a bad connection or whatnot.  But the temporary fix is working, so there’s no rush.

And now…700 degree weather incoming.

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