One of our neighbours broke their toilet today, in some sort of lamentable slipping out of the shower mishap, so we looked after their five year old for the afternoon while it got fixed. One thing we’ve learned from our time in apartments with only a single lift, or houses with only a single toilet, is that it’s good to have several ways to get things out. Thus I’m patting myself on the back for having a house with two bathrooms (and three by the end of this year).
The day was otherwise uneventful. I caught up on work that I’d missed yesterday from being in bed, had a beer, and was told that I must have a weak immune system because I didn’t have a strong adverse reaction to my second covid jab. Well, we’ll see about that, won’t we?
Tomorrow, I drive my wife down to Tacoma for her second dose. And then in two weeks time we’ll be (hopefully) as protected as we can be. And so it goes…