Today I took the bus uptown to watch England crush Canada in the women’s Rugby World Cup final. It’s years since I last watched sport in any form, and I’m here to report that rugby fans are the same whatever the gender of the teams in contention — loud, brash, and periodically moved to explain the nuances of the game to total strangers.

For the record, Canada were good, but England were amazing.

After yesterday’s visit from Marc the handy-man, I now have tolerable lights in the bunker, four sections of properly braced heavy-duty pine shelving in the storage room, and a shower head that can be aimed at my lower back and doesn’t sprinkle the toilet. I also have the computer and printer up and running, and the filing cabinet stashed in the guest room closet where it actually fits. (Too bad for any guest who arrives with a floor-length gown.) Before the sun sets today, I should have it reloaded and the empty file boxes removed to the basement.

Tomorrow, the too-tall IKEA bookcases go up on Facebook Marketplace, and on Monday, I shall start on the basement boxes.