...and the bathroom. The toilet (in the nook next to the shower) is about two inches too high for me. I'm not used to it just yet...not that there have been any disasters - it's just different. Like when people from Denver move to Death Valley. They step out their front door in the morning expecting to be 5000 feet above sea level, but no, they promptly plummet 5200 feet, slamming onto the scorching hot hardpan floor of Death Valley. That'll wake you up.

Work is starting to become routine, which is a good thing. That way I can devote more time to my one true passion: not thinking about work.