And so it begins
I'm sitting here in the kitchen, transcribing some tapes, and listening while G, the handyman I hired to fix my poor, pathetic bathroom, is hammering away at the old tile to get it off the walls. After he'd stripped the first few tiles off the area where they were buckling, he tapped a bare section just a little bit, and a chunk of wall the size of my hand just disintegrated. Bleh. I'm glad the whole mess is finally being rectified.