Though... it wasn't quite how we'd planned the day. I wanted to see the wet wall in today; now I have to hope for tomorrow, because I'm bound and determined to have a toilet by Tuesday. Tuesday, you hear me?! *shakes fist in random direction* We're awfully close. It's getting exciting.
Back is aching like crazy, but the new mobility is still there, and it feels more like I've been pulverized than like I'm cinched up too tight inside. Which is as I was told to expect. I'm icing now.
Zip on EMG time. Zip on art time. But I did get my drafting table cleared off, buy a tall, comfy chair for it, and figure out some minimal lighting for it. One of these days, darn it, I'm going to have art space with floods of light. Absolutely floods of it. It's a dream of mine.
Moose steaks for dinner tonight; Jake's out flipping them now. :)