More Signs of the Apocalypse

It rained here two days ago. Poured. The oenophiles are freaking.

I ignored back issues of "The New Yorker" at the gym's magazine exchange this morning, opting for "Glamour" instead.

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At the expense of sleep, we made good progress on the bathroom last night. The sink sphinx must've revealed the riddle of the drain to M--after days of profound frustration, he was able to install the trap without incident. We hung the many-mirrored medicine cabinet (for better or for worse, you can see yourself reflected on both sides of the door, in the back of the cabinet, *and* on both sides!). We have some finishing to do, and a solution for the shower curtain to arrive at, but it's looking great. And we have another sink! Why oh why didn't I take pix?