Is there some poetic symmetry here, that the show ends just as construction begins? I will miss my Holmes fix. He provided odd comfort in time of preparation purgatory. Watching him reassured me that somewhere, someone's home was being Made Right. That gave me hope that one day soon ours would be too.
Perhaps the plumber's torch has been passed.
Now I will take the lessons he taught me ("Un-Acceptable! This has all got to go.") and guide the work on our hoose.
Bye Mike. See you on the other side, eh?
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