The plumber has been in, and replaced our shower controls with what I can't help thinking of as a hotel shower: there's a lever for temperature, an on-off-volume control, and a separate button that moves it between shower and bath. If it doesn't leak, I'll be satisfied.

At the moment, we're waiting for the tile man to give us back our wall. (The plumber is supposed to be finding him for us. Andy rose early and showered before the plumber arrived, since he has to go to the gym and see his trainer; I'm still in my pajamas.)

If it all goes smoothly, I'll probably go to rassef this evening. I've fiddled with the set-up a bit, there: took the opportunity of a move to winter quarters to drop the mailing list, and announce the meetings only on rec.arts.sf.[fandom|written|composition], because this isn't supposed to be an all-purpose local fan gathering. If someone wants to run one of those, more power to them: but I'm not going to be manipulated into doing so.

But it's out in Brooklyn, I'm all the way up here in Inwood, and I have to be up and alert tomorrow morning for a job interview. Maybe I'll just plant crocuses instead.
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