Like Molasses in January
Hello Interwebs! I know you’ve been waiting with bated breath to learn how our bathroom remodeling comes along. In a word? Slowly… glacially…. like a Fiat Panda on an incline. We are 6 weeks in; 6 weeks of gritty filth on every surface; 6 weeks of workmen arriving ~or not, depending which way the wind blows~ before I’m out of bed, let alone dressed, to stomp around making a racket and leaving ever more construction detritus but minimal actual work in their wake. And now we are all but 4 weeks without either bathtub or shower. The first 3 were less of a hardship for me as I was cat-sitting at friends’ who have lovely accommodations. The Man would ride his bike to work and catch a shower there, as long as he arrived before the cleaning ladies take over, close the locker rooms, and do no-one-knows-what for half the day. Sure, he’d like to bathe after the ride home as well, but as he was batchin’ it, it wasn’t the worst. But now it is over a week since I’ve returned to negligible progress. We don’t even have a bidet, for crying out loud. No… wait… in truth, there is a bidet: it’s in the living room, waiting next to the toilet.