Back in the Fort

Seriously, though, this sux. Rakkie had clogged up the kitchen sink, and with the poison ivy rash on my arms, it was seriously impossible to wash any dishes. The water level and the crap in it, ugh, made it unsafe with the rash, secondary infections are no fun. Rakkie made it clear he knew he had created the mess, and he didn't give a crap that it was causing problems for me. WTF?