Where's that peaceful easy feeling?
I spent a good deal of time with the plumbing contractor yesterday discussing the details of how I wanted things to look in the end, all in French, of course (I learned about PER, polyethylene reticulated pipe. Say that three times, fast, in French). I think we're all in agreement now. Then I found out that I ordered the wrong color tile for the shower, after it arrived. I gave the tile guy the right name for the color, but got one of the letters in the product code wrong. Unfortunately, he went with the code instead of the name. Fortunately, we noticed my error before the boxes were opened, so he should have no problems exchanging them. I felt like a dunce.
Callie has a grooming appointment this morning and I have my normal six-month doctor visit on Friday (just routine to renew prescriptions). Then there's this US election thing... Deep breaths. Deep breaths.