Aaaand ... we're back.

The bathroom project was ticking along perfectly until yesterday, when the inevitable happened: the people who were supposed to supply the sink failed to convey some critical information from Point A to Point B and it therefore will not be ready until next Wednesday. That's a two-day interruption in the schedule.

Just as well. On Monday and Tuesday morning, I will be focussed entirely on submitting the grant application, which has to be uploaded through a frankly wonky web interface. Not having builders in the house while I do that will be a relief.

Dress rehearsal tonight, concert tomorrow. Our conductor has recruited a ringer for the soprano section, a professional who knows the work cold. What a relief. Now, let's hope none of the few remaining tenors comes down with the collywobbles, and the weather tomorrow isn't too terribly awful. Rain is forecast, but just an ordinary downpour -- nothing dramatic.

Dramatic was yesterday's trip to Kitchener for my monthly date with the allergist's needle. Perth County lay under a fog thick enough to qualify for November in Halifax, with visibility at less than 30 metres. Like an idiot, I took the county road instead of the highway, and found myself in the middle of a convoy tiptoeing along at 20 kph below the speed limit. Except for the fool about two vehicles behind me, who nourished the delusion that he could maybe beat the system and pass all the rest of us without getting creamed by a livestock truck coming the other way. Nothing bad happened, but not for lack of trying.

The water heater is dripping consistently now, about half a liter per day. Fortunately, I have a couple of large, deep boot trays that we brought from Ottawa; now one is under the water heater, and the other is under the humidifier. A morning visit to the cellar takes care of the previous day's drippings ... Gotta deal with that water heater before the next time I want to leave town for more than 24 hours.