Grocery-mobiles

Levi took this picture.

Those are snowmobiles.

The building just behind them is the Albertsons/Save-on near the Mill Creek town center, just half a block from the office.

More Snow

So, after the first snow pictures, my mother suggested that the snow should be cleaned off of the patio cover. I did so, and more snow fell.

I cleaned the snow off again after taking the picture above, but the snow keeps falling, so it's stacked even higher now.

Snow

Insurance Quotes

I just finished my first week selling insurance and I have to say I think that it went rather well. I met a lot of very nice people and I believe that I'll be able to do a lot of good for them - and make a decent living of doing so.

The people who work in the insurance field are likable and friendly, generally bright and considerate. The customers run the entire spectrum of the human race and have needs as diverse as one could imagine. There are enough prospects available that I never need to chase or cajole people who don't know they need my products, and the products I sell are affordable enough that they fit in just about every budget.

I can honestly say I feel good about what I do. That feels nice.

So, you ask, what's with the picture of the former prime minister? Well, we have two quotes posted in the office. The first is from Winston Churchill:

“If I had my way, I would write the word ‘Insure” over the door of every cottage, and upon the blotting book of every public man; because I am convinced that for sacrifices that are inconceivably small, families can be secured against catastrophes which otherwise would smash them up forever.

It is our duty to arrest the ghastly waste not merely of human happiness, but of national health and strength which follows when, through the death of the breadwinner, the frail boat in which the fortunes of the family are embarked founders and the women and children are left to struggle helplessly on the dark waters of a friendless world.”


Winston Spencer Churchill
Manchester, England May 23, 1909

The second is from JFK:

THE LIFE INSURANCE AGENT

I can think of no more effective person in advancing our freedom to live as we choose than the insurance agent. This person knows the economic and human pulse of the country as few people may, for they walk all streets of American life and they sit down and talk with the youth and the mature and the aged. They know their wants. They help them to help themselves in times of need. They build, for they help others to build. They insure the future. They are respected, and they are friends.


- John F. Kennedy

Self Determination

Charles Darwin to receive apology from the Church of England for rejecting evolution

The Church of England will concede in a statement that it was over-defensive and over-emotional in dismissing Darwin's ideas. It will call "anti-evolutionary fervour" an "indictment" on the Church".

The bold move is certain to dismay sections of the Church that believe in creationism and regard Darwin's views as directly opposed to traditional Christian teaching.

The whole of the Telegraph article from which this is reprinted may be found here.

It Is By The Smallest Increments We Take The Biggest Steps

I registered to vote yesterday.

This means that I am now a resident of Washington State.

I've been here four months, but I wasn't a resident. I'll get a Washington State license soon, and re-register my car. Soon I'll have a job. And a place to live. At some point in the not too distant future, I'll own a home in this state.

None of those things are what will have determined residency, though. The fact that yesterday I filled out a voter registration card and mailed it make me a resident of Washington State.

Since before I could conceive of distinctions like states and borders, I've been a resident of California, and I still have an abiding affection for the state. I knew as soon as I arrived in Washington that this is where I belong, but I felt the strangest sense of disloyalty and guilt in filling out that voter registration card.

That feeling of guilt is gone now, though, and I am glad to finally make it official. It won't really be home until my wife is here, and I won't be settled until we have our dogs. I won't be truly content until we have a home, but at least now I can be counted amongst my people - the people of Washington State.

Core Capacities Index

As part of an online application today, I took a personality profile-type test. I find these endlessly fascinating. This one indicates that I'm especially good at inspiring others and taking inspiration from them, that wisdom is a chief value for me and that I'm seen (or more likely, if you think logically, I have come to believe that I am seen) by others as showing wisdom, that knowledge is a "cornerstone value" for me and that I have a desire to see right done in the world, but that I am not as pragmatic as some people.

I like the almost-condescendingly diplomatic language in which these personality test results are couched. I am endlessly fascinated by the value in further introspection provided by their insights. The people-don't-fit-neatly-into-boxes-so-we-made-a-differently-shaped-box attitude which necessarily underlies their creation is tremendously amusing to my heightened sense of irony. Most of all, I love graphical displays of data - this foreshortened square allows me, when queried "What kind of a person are you?" to respond "I'm a purplish-blue person with strong hints of green, but hardly red at all."

Low-Res_Photos

I found some shots on my phone that I had never transferred over to the computer or deleted. These three were among them. I cleaned them up a bit in Picasa and thought I'd try out the "Blog this" feature built in, since I'd never done so before. The one on the far right, of both dogs, is the one I use as a wallpaper on my phone. Amazing, isn't it - what low resolution is tolerable on a 2" screen?

Sept. 12 Round-Up

I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy.
Microsoft came out with a new ad, featuring Bill Gates and the creator of a-show-about-nothing, Jerry Seinfeld:

Blogs, interviews, news commentators, and folks at the water cooler all seemed to agree that it was dumb and pointless - that Microsoft was crazy - that they didn't know how to advertise. This meme, Microsoft's dumb new ad, seemed to be pretty pervasive. The ad executives seem to agree that that's a pretty good start to an ad campaign.
Now there's a sequel. It's wacky, too.

Patriot Day was yesterday. I heard no mention of it. Seven years gone and now it's passe. That's interesting to me. I remember where I was September 11th, 2001, sort of the the-day-Kennedy-was-shot of our generations, but the impact has been more drawn out, I think, and therefore, perhaps diminished in some way.

Wow, it has been a long time since I blogged, hasn't it? The Democratic and Republican National Conventions have come and gone. The tide of the election seems to have changed, shifting notable toward the right since before the conventions.

I worked at the Pan Pacific Hotel for about two months. It's a beautiful hotel with a wonderful staff. I'm still kind of sad that there wasn't room for me to stay. The next time I'm there, it will be as a guest. I thought for a bit that I might get a job at the Fox affiliate, but that didn't pan out, either. I keep plugging away, though. Things will pull together at some point.

I'm unemployed at the moment. I'm interviewing today for a job, though, which I hope will be a better fit, and which I hope will be much more lucrative. Keep your fingers crossed. I'm ready to move on with life - to get my wife back and my dogs back and have a place to call home. I'm ready to get out of my host-family's hair and be more neighbor and less nuisance. I can finally say that I'm hopeful that Shel will be starting school soon, which is better news than I've had in recent memory.

I did a single set of bench presses at low weight and was sore for almost a week. Maybe that means I should continue to work on that. I have cut way back on calorie intake, and at least while I was working, I was climbing stairs every day, so I continue to lose weight, which is good.

Now that Shel and I both have working computers (knock on wood), we've been able to use Google Talk and hang out together online and play World of Warcraft together. It's not as good as face-to-face interaction, but it's a whole lot better than isolation.

I've been learning some more features of Microsoft Office, which has been nice. I'd still like to learn more about computers, and IT specifically, but it's something that will have to go on the back burner for the time being while life normalizes.

I responded to a phishing email today to explain to the phisher that their attempts were fairly ham-fisted and to offer helpful advice.

I'll try to update again soon, hopefully with good news about new employment, and maybe with a photograph or two. I've discovered all of the best blogs have lots of terrific original photography.

Sundeck Panorama

I haven't posted too many photos lately, what with the broken computer and all, but now that I have the beast running again and (since late last night) even have the card reader working which lets me transfer photos, I give you a panorama of the sun deck where I ate my lunches these past two months - a beautiful view of Lake Union.

(Click on the photo to see it more clearly)

More General Updates

Tomorrow's my last day here at the station. While the bosses are all sorry to see me go, they just don't have an opening for me right now. I have been assured that I'll be the first one called if something suitable opens up, but that doesn't pay the bills so, hopefully, one of the positions I'm being considered for now will materialize. Things look good so far, but I'd rather have chickens to count than the number of an egg hatchery.

On the upside, my computer seems to be working! I got on the phone with a Dell Support Technician named Prosune in Hyderabad who helped me download and install the drivers I needed to make the computer run after installing Windows. Shel's computer seems to be working, too, after much help from her mother, so life on the tech front seems to be looking up for the moment.

I contacted Les Schwab about the hubcaps, and they have them on hand. I might have time one day to pick them up before they close up shop for the night.

I have been busy - super busy - since I arrived in Seattle. It's been a bit overwhelming, but it's also been good. Once we find a place and get settled in here, things will be at least as busy as they have been so far, but they'll be twice as good, too.

General Update and a Noteworthy Turn-of-phrase (with prepositions and pronouns)

Shel's computer:
is working again after a series of increasingly catastrophic minor glitches with Windows Vista, and a complete re-installation of the OS, but there are still plenty of bugs to work out - you know, like getting the computer to remember the wireless connection at the house, navigating Vista's labyrinthine menus, and convincing the OS to play nice with the anti-virus software. We'll see how thing go today. Shel's mom is helping us fine-tune settings, and I have hoes that it will run smoothly soon. The irony here is that when I bought the computer, I had it shipped directly to me, paying Washington State sales tax, and installed the software, arranged settings, and basically broke it in - all to avoid forcing Shel to do exactly what she's doing right now.

My Computer:
I have hopes that my computer will work again soon, too. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I took the beast to a computer repair shop in the university district whose staff were able to retrieve my data and put it on an external hard drive. I called Dell back and ran through the same rigmarole I had already run through before taking the computer in to the shop, and Dell's tech support finally decided to send me a new hard drive with the OS already installed. It is supposed to arrive in two business days, counting from Sunday. As I said, keep your fingers crossed.

Les Schwab Debacle (long):
With finances as tight as they were while I wasn't working, I have put off have the brakes on my car looked at for some time. When I took my computer to the repair shop, I parked on a hill, with my wheels turned in toward the curb and couldn't help but notice that my front tires where balding badly, so while I sat waiting for my data recovery, I took the car to Les Schwab to have the tires replaced and the brakes repaired. I arrived early on a Saturday morning, expecting to wait all day and take my car home that night. I even brought a book to read. Les Schwab offered to take me back to the house and pick me up that night. At about 5, I get the call: "We're only half-done. can we keep your car and finish on Monday?" (All Les Schwabs are closed on Sunday.)
Me: "No. I need my car to get to work."
Les Schwab: "Where do you work? Maybe we can drive you."
M: "Westlake." (about 45 minutes to an hour away from this particular shop)
LS: "Oh. Well, can you find a ride to work?"
M: "No, my friends are out of town. I'm just visiting. I need my car to get to work."
LS: "Oh. Okay, we'll stay and finish it, but we may not be done until 8 or 8:30."
M: "Okay. Give me a call when you're done." So, half an hour later, I get another call:
LS: "Sir, I'm sorry. We're not going to be able to finish tonight. We need to keep your car on Monday. Is there any way you can get a ride to work?"
M: (never mind that this we'll leave me stranded at the house all weekend, unable to run my other errands, like grocery shopping)"I don't know. Let me call my friends and see if they can come back from out-of-state early. I'll see what I can do and call you back." (granted, I knew that I wasn't going to ask them to come back early - they were planning to come back late Sunday night - but if they agreed, they were going to have to turn around after four days and 1500 miles of driving and get up early to run me into town."
LS: "Thank you, sir." Well, I called my friend, and, unsurprisingly, she agreed to help me out, whereupon I offered profuse thanks and promised a bribe of coffee (the standard currency throughout the greater Seattle area.)
M: "My friend has agreed to drive me to work on Monday, but I'll need you to come get me from work."
LS: "Thank you, sir. When you're off work, just call a cab and we'll pay for it when you get here."
My friends call back again and I learn that there are other plans for Monday and she may or may not be able to drive me. Fuck! Now, I'm irked. Now, Les Schwab has put me out, hosed my weekend, fucked up my friends' plans, and quite possibly screwed me out of a day of work.
Another call from my friends (late Sunday) and I learn that she will have to rearrange herday, but she will be able to drive me. I take the cab to Les Schwab, tip the cabbie, explain that somewone will be out to pay him, walk in and immediately let the first available employee there know that there is a cab outside waiting for payment. She calls for a manager who eventually comes in and deals with another customer's complaint. Some employee's mill around for a bit, attending to their duties, and a receptionist eventually comes to help me, bill in hand. I explain to her that before I resolve my bill, I'd like to talk to management. She calls in a manager, whom I tell about the still-waiting taxi. He rushes out and attends to the driver, pulling money out of the till to cover the fare. When he returns, I explain the situation and express both my disatisfation and my embarrassment at being told by my friend "Never go to Les Schwab! it's not like it is in California. Next time, come to me and I'll steer you right, but everybody here knows - you can't trust Les Schwab here." eventually, I walk out with a paltry 10% discount on parts. Perhaps I ought not to have accepted this. Maybe I should have pushed for more, but the fact is, they had me over the barrell and I can't afford not to take any discount I can get at this point.
Fine. Lesson learned - never go to Les Schwab again. I take my car and leave, still pissed, but resigned.

The next morning, as I'm leaving for work, I notice something about my car that I hadn't noted before: my hub caps are gone. Les Schwab stole my hub caps! This is the icing on the cake, but between computers failing left and right, job hunting, work, house-hunting and the myriad other concerns, I just never took the time to call them, so I will do that when I'm done blogging and let you know how it goes.

Job Hunting:
Friday is to be my last day with the TV station where I've been filling in for almost two months. I have an interview scheduled this afternoon with another staffing firm and I have applications in with several firms, most recently, with a major insurance underwriter. I'll apply with a well-known internet content provider later today or tomorrow and with a big aerospace firm today.

House Hunting:
Shel and I now have our own Realtor and our own mortgage broker. I'm scheduled to meet with the mortgage broker tomorrow, but I need to get some paperwork together, so I'll likely reschedule that meeting. After she and I jump through some hoops, Shel and I will, hopefully, be pre-approved for a home loan and I can begin touring the countryside with our Realtor.

The field I hope to soon be entering, corporate training, should be substantially more lucrative and immeasurably more interesting than the one in which I currently find myself, so I'll likely have to update our loan pre-approval soon, but getting started on the home-buying process feels good - like progress. I am ready to have my wife back, my dogs back, and my life back.

Long-Suffering Hosts:
I'm sure my hosts are ready to have their house back, too. I've been in their guest room (or on their couch) for two months now - and while these are very dear and very close friends with whom I have a lot of history, I'm all too aware of the fact that anyone can wear out his welcome after a while. They have other guests (you know, like "guest"-guests, rather than extended-stay-with-his-own-daily-grind-guest) to attend to; their oldest has been sick for a couple of days, at least; they have a still-nascent start-up business to attend to - in short, they have a life of their own as well, and I will undoubtedly make a better friend when I am a fellow home-owner than I can be as an adult dependent.

Turn of Phrase:
Finally, I promised you a turn of phrase. I was combing through various online news sources this morning and happened upon a wonderfully, visually evocative metaphor. If I don't share it here, with you, I'll forget it.

"…why force buyers to swallow the entire buffet in one sitting?" - Matt Peckham, Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Computer Not Work

Not happy.

Me telling friend yesterday "Me like computer when work. Hate computer when computer break."

Computer break.

Me blog at work now.

Me have registry error can fix with original XP boot discs.

Not have boot discs in Washington.

No can fix.

Now talk like caveman in protest.

Computer still not work.

Now me feel dumb for talking like caveman and computer still not work.

Not happy.

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Clapping Crowd

So, yesterday, I went with my host family to the Alderwood Mall to see the latest installment of the Indiana Jones series. I enjoyed it. We all enjoyed it. It is the perfect example of what a film adaptation of a comic book take on pulp-noir serial adventures ought to be. This was a fresh take on the series, yet it also felt completely faithful to what has come before.

There - that's my movie review. I recommend you see it if you enjoyed the other movies in the series.

I don't, however, recommend that you see it at the Sutter theatre, at the Movies 8 in Yuba City, the Peach Tree Theater, Marysville State or Tower theaters or at the Marysville Drive in. Some of the listed locations have the excuse of having been out of business for several years. The others have no excuse for the misery which they inflict on their patrons.

I recommend the hexadecaplex theater where we went.

The seats are comfortable enough that after an hour and a half, I was not in pain. These seats are mounted securely to a non-sticky floor set at roughly a 45-degree grade, moderate enough to avoid feeling precipitous while steep enough that a short viewer seated behind a tall one should be able to see the (large and undamaged) screen without impediment or distraction.

Before the movie began, we sat and enjoyed first commercials like one might see on tv, including a cute Iron Man-themed LG spot and a hysterically funny ad featuring Michael Bey, and then we saw trailers for upcoming movies like Hancock and Kung Fu Panda, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and Pixar's newest offering: Wall-E, all of which looked appealing.

Before the trailers, though, the last commercial that aired was a recruiting spot for the U.S. Marine Corp, an ad which the audience applauded. This is when I remembered reading something, I believe it was on Monte Cook's blog, about Seattle-ites applauding and the end of movies.

After the trailers, but before the movie, I was delighted to see a reminder from the theater to stay quiet during the show so as to allow others to enjoy the movie too. I was delighted to see this, and more delighted to see it honored, for the most part, during the movie itself.

The sound was terrific. The movie was very good. I had a good time and I think that though I haven't been to the movies even a dozen times in the last ten years, I'll have to start going again once Shel gets here.

When the movie was over, the audience did applaud, and I applauded with them, but I don't know if it was more because of the movie or the theater. I love this place and still can't believe that it's taken me this long to get here.

Some Updates

So, we went on our vacation and then safely returned. I did forget part of the power cord for my CPAP machine, but our hosts were able to provide a cord that covered the need, so it all turned out in the end.

We visited a sci-fi museum, saw some locks (like stairs-for-ships locks), attended a little-league game in the rain, visited several excellent restaurants, and visited with good friends we hadn't spent more than a few hours with since the last millennium.

We had a great time. Well, at least I had a great time and Shel tells me she enjoyed it as well, though by the time we were headed home, she had come down with a sudden onset virus and allergies at the same time on top of the stress of travel and the malnutrition endemic to eating out frequently.

On our way home (a 700+ mile drive), we stopped at Shari's restaurant. They serve deep-fried cheese ravioli and some tasty, tasty pie.

They also claim to sell Gardenburgers. Unfortunately, what they bring instead when you gullibly order a Gardenburger is instead a generic soy patty.

I contacted Kellogg foods, the owner of the Gardenburger name, and they have assured me that they will destroy all vestiges of the Shari's Restaurant enterprise burn their employees at the stake (I think that their actual phrasing was something more all along the lines of "We'll look into it," but I figure that one has to read between the lines).

Now, I have returned to the home of the friends we visited. I don't want to give away their location because I don't want the rest of you to overrun the metropolitan area, but instead I will refer to the city as "The Emerald City."I haven't wanted to whine too much here about the troubles I've had job-hunting, suffice it to say that I had been looking for work in the twin cities since February and haven't gotten so much as an interview. (Only one employer even acknowledged my application.)

I've been here since Saturday night. I started job hunting on Monday (yesterday, for those keeping score.) and I got a placement with a temp agency today.

The job is filling in for an administrative assistant to an exec at a local television affiliate and the chief apprehension amongst my new supervisors is that I will be bored at this new job. I assured them that if it becomes necessary, I will bring a novel, and they agreed and offered me the job.

I have a lead on a house to rent - they're cheaper in this market then they are in the depressed little twin cities from whence I so recently hailed. I'm loving the weather here, since it's 20 degrees cooler than what I would otherwise be forced to endure.

Things are going swimmingly. I feel at home in a way that I never have before. This is the goal and the means.

I miss Shel.

I miss my dogs. I miss my family. I miss the comfort and familiarity of home.

I never want to leave.

I'll try to keep you posted, but I'm productively busy to an extent that I have too long missed. Things are lookin' up.

Packing

So, we're going to go visit some friends for a couple of days. We leave in the morning. Now, I should be packing instead of blogging. Besides the constant of procrastination, there are two truths about packing:
1. I will pack more than I need and be made fun of for it.
2. I will forget something crucial.
oh well,
at least the trip will be fun.

I Love the Whole World

Those of you who watch Discovery Channel have already spotted this ad. For the rest of you, I just had to share.

I was just saying to Shel the other day something to the effect of "The best media is that which can make me laugh and make me cry - simultaneously."

By the way, for those who recognize, but cannot place the melody, this is the traditional camp song "I Love the Mountains."

Thank you Mosker

I have changed the self portrait at right, courtesy of Mosker.

Another Mention of E. Gary Gygax

He's worth mentioning again.

"But it's only wafer thin, sir"

I know, I know, I'm usually the one defending Microsoft, but I will admit that The Monolithic One does seem to have a tendency to add features first, and release products later, oh and then fix problems after that. Oh, oh, and to listen to use feedback at some point. The bloat, bloat, bloat, POP! cycle reminds me of a scene from Monty Python's The Meaning of Life in which a ludicrously obese, laughably imperious man eats until he quite literally explodes, leaving gory chunks of vomit-soaked viscera all over the restaurant.

Audacity

Sometimes known as having "big, brass balls," and epitomized here.
An Australian man took a AU$40,000 (US$37k) Honda Accord on a test drive. 2000 miles later, he was picked up for failing to pay for gas. In his defense, the dealer does usually pay for that - at least during the test drive for Pete's sake.

Requiescat In Pace Gary Gygax 1938-2008

"Now Do a Little Dance!"

Shrieks Gir as you patiently await the promised bathroom (photos).


These are as close as you're going to get for "before" pictures.
















Please note in the picture below the location of the light fixture wiring high on the wall, as that is where it has been for 30 years, but not where it is now. For that matter, all of the plumbing for the sink and for sewer access has been moved left, too.

OS Stands for Operating System

That's one the half-dozen IT (information technology) terms that I know.

I don't need to know any though to know that I like Windows XP. I know that it's not for everyone, and I know that the debate over which OS is better is as ubiquitous and arbitrary as the Coke vs. Pepsi debate once was and is far more heated, but I'm pleased to have found one which I like and which will run most software I want to use.


I already knew that I'm not "Vista Ready," but a recent article in the New York Times cements that in my mind by reporting that Microsoft knew about serious problems with Vista before launch but chose to move forward anyway under a shroud of customer confusion.

I retract my italicized text below. It is an unkind joke that I leave up only so that other readers understand the context of the ensuing comments. Follow the link and you will see for yourself that my sister is not a proselytizer, but a knowledgeable professional and a talented photographer.
(And please, while I love comments, don't try to convert me to the Cult of Apple. My sister Mosker is a Maccian, and I still love her, but the cult in general creeps me out just a little.)

Sleep Study II

So, since I've been taking the dopamine for my periodic limb movement, Shel and I have both been sleeping much better, and Shel tells me that she no longer hears me stop breathing - ever. Still, the initial diagnosis was of both of periodic limb movement disorder and sleep apnea, so I last night I went in for a second sleep study and remembered to take my camera. Meet Melissa. She's works nights at the hospital's registration desk and reports that her husband snores a lot, but that they still haven't gotten a sleep study scheduled for him yet.

I had a different polysomnograph technician this time. I guess it was Matt's night off, so Mohammad, who works full-time at another sleep lab and fills in for Matt when he isn't there got me set up and monitored my sleep and also served as my photographic assistant for this entry.

While we talked about the pros and cons of polysomnography as a career, Mohammad plastered a bunch of wires and sensors on me to monitor breathing, oxygen saturation, limb movement and brain waves. To do this, he used an adhesive paste. I didn't think to ask what this paste was made of and Mohammad probably doesn't know, but I think that it's probably equal parts beeswax and sovereign glue. I had Shel cut my hair the other day, but the beard still had plenty of length to grab.

Then, the piece de resistance: the CPAP mask, which blows air down my gullet all night to keep the airway inflated and open. Let me tell you, if the pressure is high enough, it feels like having one's eyes shoved out of their head from behind.

Boy, what a miserable night's sleep I had! Every time I adjusted, I'd spring a leak in the mask and it would start blowing on my eye or on my lip. These leaks were significant enough that Mohammad thought that I had my mouth open and threatened to come in an put a chinstrap on me to keep my mouth closed. Wearing the CPAP mask on meant I was able to sleep on my back - something I normally avoid to minimize snoring, but unfortunately it also meant that I couldn't sleep in any other position. The jury's still out, and by all reports it takes quite a bit of getting used to to before a person feels comfortable wearing the mask, but I'm starting to think I might not be completely sold on CPAP. Obviously, if the apnea is still a problem, I'll adjust and use the thing, but from what Shel says, the apnea may have been primarily caused by the periodic limb movement. My mother-in-law is worried about me building a dopamine resistance as sometimes happens with Parkinson's patients, but for now, I'm just stoked to feel rested in the morning and making it through the day without a nap or a breakdown.

The gas gauge was on empty last night when I drove to
Woodland, so Ithought I'd fill up before I tried to get home. The petroleum fairies came in the night and added a little fuel, but I thought that it might be nice to have a full tank, literally and figuratively and stopped by AM/PM for hot chocolate and a donut. $45 later, I was back on my way.

I'll post some more pictures later, of the ongoing bathroom remodel and my lovable dogs now that I've purged my camera onto the computer.

In the meantime, sleep well.