We’re sticking down the tiles. Put glue down—you have to wait for it to cure, it has to be seen to at that point—and an accident locked the bathroom door. We—own no key.

Help is at hand, however—I have mad burglar skillz. I found a cheap pair of scissors of a thinness that would serve and, pop! We’re in.

Today Jane has started re-tiling the bath, has designed a sofit with lighted nooks for bric a brac, to hold the new lights, whiich she has also wired,  fished a new power line from one socket through a stud to reach the area desired, and in short we now have a fan, a new rocker switch instead of the old toggle, a new fourplex constantly live circuit, a new duplex power socket up in the sofit, a new rocker cutoff for that, and a new socket with that for the hair dryer. Suffice it to say if we had just called an electrician—we would be out many hundreds of dollars. We are still tiling (after supper). And I am making real progress on the book.

That’s today. Jane wires. I burgle.