The faucet had been showing its age. It resisted swinging from left to right, and if I pushed it, the crackling sound of rust dropping below the sink would let me know my efforts were unwelcome. I procrastinated… it worked well enough.

And then the leaking. Dripping at first, then a constant dribble. It was time.

Overall, the job was super easy. A little swearing and discomfort as I bent myself backwards into the lower cabinet and rust fell in my face… but all told I spent more time in the kitchen aisle at Lowe’s picking the thing out.