He was only two days late, but the demolition man finally arrived. (This is par for the course with sub-trades. Why is that?) It took all of two hours to gut the bathroom. He hammered off all the old wall tiles, chipped up the floor tiles, ripped down the old built-ins and hauled it all away. The next visit will be from the plumber to raise the shower head and reset the commode. Since this morning I've been dancing around trying not to think about peeing. Do I hear a truck in the driveway? How 'bout now? Is the plumber here now? I think a trip to the gas station up the street may be in order.
There was one unintended casualty with all the crashing and banging. I forgot to empty a shelf on an adjoining wall and my Dan Cloutier Canucks bobblehead took a header. Sorry Clouts, you didn't make it longterm as a Canuck and you didn't make it longterm as a bobblehead either. At least PeeWee landed on his feet.