Good morning, all! Perhaps it's the rain, but I really wanted to lie in bed and listen to the rain for another hour. Instead, I'm up, and preparing for physical therapy.
Today is Sheldon Harnick's 90th birthday. What a wonderful man!
Speaking of birthdays, the vixter's looks like a major production to rival any Busby Berkley epic and I'm happy it went so well.
Yesterday, my super came in and used the last of the sheet rock he has to cover my bathroom ceiling over the tub. There's an area of about 3 square feet that is still uncovered and it will remain so till the supplies arrive, sometime between now and my death, when they will have to redo the bathroom to rent the apartment. It took me about an hour last night to mop up the dust, wash the walls and clean the silt out of the tub and sink.