It's been two weeks since renovations began in the bathroom. Two weeks without a useable shower. It's getting to us. Nerves are on edge, so are olfactory systems. We are three bachelors and a cat. We are contaminated by our own filth. And there is no end in sight.
Figure 1: Naked walls, where you would more typically expect to see a naked person.
Figure 2: A close-up. Drywall, plaster, and insulation combine to form something that probably isn't good for you.
Oh, I kid. Thanks to the kindness of friends, girlfriends, and the gym, we're keeping clean. But sadly, the no end sight part seems to be ringing true. Where the hell are those tiles I ordered? The were supposed to be in last week! And then they were supposed to be in yesterday! I can't take another week of this! None of the blame can be placed upon Howard the handyman however; he's been doing a thorough and all around excellent job. His drywall work is exceptional. More pictures to come.
