And now the fun begins.

After a year or so of gentle needling our building management about the sorry state of our bathroom, they’ve suddenly decided to do something about it. Like, today. They’re (supposedly) re-enameling the tub, laying new tile in the shower and new linoleum on the floor. All wonderful, of course, especially if they work efficiently and finish the whole job today as they’re supposed to.

One minor problem: after the tub has been re-enameled it needs to dry for 72 hours, which means no showers and no baths. That’s Friday evening basically.

A big annoyance, but I can make due with a shower at my gym today and Thursday. Wednesday I’m planning on hitting up Jeremy for his shower (seeing as how he lives 3 blocks from work that’s petty ideal). However Andy is in a bit more of a tough spot. He doesn’t have a gym or convenient friends he can sponge off of … so he’ll hafta sponge LITERALLY. As in, sponge baths in our kitchen.

Visions of Susan Sarandon in Atlantic City.

A week of inconvenience and then a sparkly new bathroom! Maybe.

Also, we’ll be getting a letter later this month telling us whether or not our rent is going up.