Fuck.

Since my last post, we've lost everyone else except Ghandi. I thought I had a leak in the liner, but miraculously it seems to have healed itself. I'm still working on trying to fix the filter box so I can re-use it. The jury's out. My arms hurt. I've been getting bids from pond companies to just fucking rebuild the whole fucking thing. I still haven't made up my mind what I'm going to do, though. Which is making Steve crazy. He's still not used to my Geminiacle, mercurial thought processes. I kind of know what I want to do, but I'm limited in physical strength/ability, time, and...ta-da...money. So while Steve's washed his hands of the whole affair, I'm not giving up. It'll just take me longer to get it all together.