Presenting…The triumphant capillary story!

It was a dark and stormy night. Well, no, it wasn’t, really. It was more of a cloudy and ever-so-slightly drizzly March morning on Mercer Island, which is just a mile due east of Seattle, sitting in the middle of Lake Washington. Lovely, spendy – and hilly. Really hilly. It was March 2011. I had…