next to godliness

The work soldiers on with this past weekend being all things toilet. Fiscal responsibility and stylistic belt-tightening has us re-using the existing toilet instead of finally finding that toilet that defines me as a person. Sour grapes indeed, but sour grapes yield sour wine, and where there's wine there's a need to micturate and finally we can do this without having to put on shoes and navigate the stairs in the middle of the night.

mysteries of the wax ring revealed...

a kingdom of 1

Casual observers may note that there is still yet no door on the bathroom. We as a couple are unwilling to accept a two party open door policy and as such have installed careful and complicated means to insure privacy and dignity- efforts arguably better spent towards actually installing a door in retrospect.