Valentine Recovery

The Mrs. and I are sitting at home diligently studying psychology and tensor analysis and drinkng spiked chocolate milk. My homework is on the honor system, where I'm supposed to do as much as I feel is necessary. It's been a while since I felt the necessity of doing any, but since Wendy is such a good student, the least I can do is put in a good Sunday afternoon.

I've spent the last several weeks wrestling with a new light fixture for the bathroom. The original setup was sort of an homage to the mirrors on the Muppet Show, but wasn't actually mounted to the wall, since we wanted to make sure the paint was good and dry. About a month ago Wendy convinced me that it was, and we found a shiny industrial, genome-age one.  Our domestic infrastructure needed updating to incorporate, though, specifically replacing the gopher hole that the old light hung from with a plastic box that conveniently almost fit the provided adapter plate.  I think it was designed to fit a metric house, because there was considerably more sawing, bending, and bleeding than I would've thought strictly necessary.  That's what you get for buying decor from Lowe's; you have to buy another $80 in tools just to install it, and then $120 to repair the damage done in the process.

The search for a honeymoon location is behind schedule, mainly because I don't know if Cuba will be open by then.  It might be nice to go somewhere American tourists haven't completely spoiled yet.