It is the end of the second weekend of bathroom shenanananigans (see part one here) and I am pleased at my progress, appalled at the time/mess/expense of this project, in awe at how very filthy I am, and a little curious as to when, exactly, it all will end. Did I mention there’s a toilet…

I’ve groused about my horrible bathroom in which I must bathe. Up till this point, I hadn’t done a lot except to grouse because I honestly didn’t know where to begin — I think “bathroom remodel” and immediately think “ten thousand dollars” or “nightmare for months” or “screwed by our contractor”. But now it begins,…