I got the Cat-5 wired to all the boxes and the walls hung in the nursery, and L has started the taping and floating. It isn’t as workmanlike a job as I could have wished—there are some crunched corners and some skinned places that will have to be mudded over, but I feel it’s acceptable work for a novice. (Let’s say that I didn’t want to be flinging around sixty-pound sheets of wallboard just a couple of days after surgery, but L insisted. I doubt it did my incisions any good; one of them is semi-gaping tonight, but appears to be granulating from the bottom, so perhaps it’s OK anyhow.’The other one is still closed, but weeping a bit of serum and blood, but neither feel tender or inflamed, which might indicate infection, so I’m hoping for the best. I’ll have to call the doctor in the morning and see if she wants to take more stitches. I hope not.)
I also put up a ceiling fan and light that Moon gave me, one that wasn’t any use to her in her house, but which she wasn’t willing to give to Goodwill. I was very glad to have it to put in our bedroom, which is just about the hottest room in the house; it has windows on the south and east and poor air circulation. With the fan to circulate the air, I should be able to stand it in here with the A/C thermostat turned up to 80 (16 C.) which will help with the electric bill, which was $156 this month, and that in a relatively cool summer.
Moon phoned this evening, in a funk because she’d had an anxiety attack after a bunch of stuff happened—doing the prep for one kid to have surgery, having an ex decide to dump a bunch of his marriage problems into her lap (why he did this is a long story), and so on—it was just a Horrible Day for her. She told me the only thing that had made her smile the whole day was the thought she’d be seeing me soon, which was a wonderful compliment, and I acknowledged it with the thanks it deserved. After fifteen or twenty minutes on the phone, she felt better and went to make an early night of it, which she needs.
I’ve about finished my packing for the AG, except I can’t find my second pair of Tevas, which vexes me.
Your brother confiscates the supercharged cork to leave at Buckingham Palace. Fnord.
