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My shower got regrouted today, so I can't use it until Sunday. For some reason which I don't quite understand, the guy who did that also did something requiring him to get in under the sink, and then he couldn't figure out how everything that was in the cabinet under the sink went back into it, so I did that when I got home. At least I knew I was in for that, because K called me to tell me not to use the shower tomorrow and also told me about the cabinet.

The bathroom floor also got washed, and I'm mortified at how much better it looks now than it did this morning. I'm not the most enthusiastic housekeeper ever, but I thought the floor was mostly OK. It wasn't. I'm mortified. But I feel slightly less mortified than I might otherwise, because although the floor is my fault, the shoe prints in the bathtub aren't (and weren't there this morning).

The kamiz part of the salwar kamiz I bought in India is officially dead. It's so fragile that I put a hole in it while putting it on this morning. That makes me sad, but I suppose now I have another excuse to go back to India. I have enough money again to go to India for vacation, but my next vacation is in August, and I'm not quite insane enough to think it would be fun to go to India in August. Maybe next winter.