The repairmen/plumbers came, as promised, at 9 a.m.  They worked most of the day, upstairs and downstairs.

   Late in the morning, Son Guy got out of sorts over an incident, and we had one of our periodic arguments.  These things are emotionally draining for me, but at the end, we seemed to have made some progress to further understanding.

   I was so tired afterwards that my time for the rest of the afternoon and early evening was to dose on the couch, listening to some of my six days worth of music on the machine.  One bright spot is that, years ago, I purchased a large album of CD's about America at War, featuring various radio programs from 1939 to 1946. Unfortunately, I never was able to get any of the disks to track on my CD player.  Now, online, thanks, perhaps, to a promised clean-up, they all play.  Some of them, such as Arch Obler's play which introduced the classic (and controversial) "The House I Live In," I was hearing for the first time.

  While I was on the couch, the repairmen replaced the bathroom light, fixed the walls, and repaired the shower and drain. Hooray!

  [Alas, they carried off our shower curtain.]

  Around 9 p.m., I rose, turned off the music/drama, caught up with stray Email, and watched the News on Channel 2 (Oakland).

   I'm hungry now.  I hope that my nap will not prevent me from sleeping.

   Macresarf1 will write no more this day.