Big Daddy was scheduled to come over first thing Saturday morning to finish the kitchen. Different people have different perceptions on what exactly "first thing" means. I assumed it meant around 8ish so when 8am, 9am and 10am all came and went, I was beginning to get a little worried. He finally did show up at 10:30am, but there was one slight problem: he was walking with a limp.
It turns out that Big Daddy injured his ankle at work. That's when it dawned on me that I don't even know what his full-time job is. Ultimate 
Fighting, maybe? Anyway, he thought it was just a sprain at first but he found out the diagnosis was he had torn some tendons or something like that. Whatever it was, it was enough that the doctor told him he had to be off his feet for two weeks. In spite of doctor's orders, Big Daddy was adamant that he would at the very least get us a functional kitchen.
What it amounted to was getting the counters finished. He fully installed them all the way around, including the end caps. The biggest part of that job was putting the sink in. He managed to do that and even get the garbage disposal operational again, all on one good leg.
Unfortunately, what has to suffer in the meantime is the floor. The plan was he was going to start doing the ceramic tile Saturday and work on that the next couple of days so it would be dried, set and all that good stuff within the next few days. Thanks to the ankle problem, the floor didn't get touched at all. Hopefully, all will be back on course in a couple of weeks.
