Well, after fiddling with it, it appears the float mechanism is broken. Not a big repair job, but I never do my own plumbing--too afraid of leaks. We've been wanting to replace all the commodes in the house (3, count 'em, 3) eventually, so rather than pay the plumber to replace the valve, we might as well replace the john. I'm thinking of of those long ones for maximum comfort of our variously-sized guests. So when
We also still have to get the roof checked out--Steve went up the other day after the big rain and checked the roof drain, but it seemed clear. He swept all the standing water off, and we didn't have a problem two nights ago during the drizzly-rain. But the roof has to be fixed.
We also need other stuff done, like a doorbell that can be heard from the second floor (almost missed UPS today), the dry rot fixed around the front door, the front door itself replaced, master bath retiled, etc., etc. I get stressed out by this stuff. I just want it all done so I can lay back and eat bonbons (OK, fresh mozzarella balls) and watch my stories.
It'll get done. It's the downside of home ownership--you actually have to put energy into the system to keep entropy from taking over and the house dissociating into molecules, atoms, quarks and strings. Eeeeek!