Gary is driving me NUTS

Or was.

Gary is our main floor toilet and he was pissing me off so much.  For as long as we've lived here, Gary has been intermittently running on an off.  Sometimes every hour.  Sometimes every 5 minutes.  But he ran.  He ran like his life depended on it.

Many attempts were made over the last year and a half, mostly fiddling with the float level.  Yet he kept running.

But not today, Gary.  Not today!  There is only so much a woman can take, listening to the sudden swoosh of water filling the tank at seemingly random times.

I did it.  Researched it, then I read the tank lid (Kohler has a lovely schematic and trouble shooting guidelines right there on the toilet). 

I went to the local hardware store and called up Kohler right there in the aisle to make sure I was buying the right item.  I was, went home, chiseled out the old, worn, disgusting seal and replaced it with a bright yellow new one.

And that sound you hear?  The soft slumber of my dogs.  The ticking away at my computer.  The heat turning on.  But what you don't hear?

Gary.  He's been silenced.  Oh sweet the sound.