I ran away and left the Great Geezer to deal with the doors and windows.
Before they began, he moved one typewriter desk into the middle of the living room and went to work. The poor guy was battered by continual inturruptions.
By the time I came back, most of the windows and doors were installed but not finished. They had installed trim molding as the threshold. That upset the G a great deal.
I was very upset by the loss of light in both the kitchen window and the upstairs bathroom window. Poor G having to live with an “artiste.” I will find a solution, but in the meantime, we have two rooms that are dark holes of calcutta’s.
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride. I will find a way to live in the dark and hide the blackness.
Two nights. The Power will be off all day tomorrow. G can work just as well at the Ramada as camped out in a corner of the living room. As my sense of humor returns, I was reminded that this too will pass until I found my flat files in water. I confess that I found a great many thing to throw away so in the end I feel slightly heroic. Who knew. Now I am thinking of giving Lessa my old sofa. Who knew.