The joys of renovation work

Email exchanges this morning between my client and the state agency funding renovations to an apartment house for homeless veterans, regarding an existing door. Since said door opens into an unheated section of the second floor that will be used for storage only, the agency wants that door insulated. _However_, this house is over a century old, and the door is a trapezoid, not a rectangle. Cut to fit to a sloping floor, etc. Now, modern doors presume rectangular format and level conditions. You can't really trim a modern insulated door to that configuration.

Fun. We'll probably end up patching something together with foam insulation and weatherstripping on a wood door, then protect the insulation against flame spread and impact. I like putting jigsaw puzzles together, too.

Got my 500+ words in this morning, the Shrew skiing in to meet Beowulf and inspect the mammal rehab site he runs. Sparks fly again. This represents backtracking in the story flow, chapter 9A after I finished 15, but that's the writer's life. More jigsaw puzzles.

Gloom

I really shouldn't live this far north (and east) if I'm going to get depressed at needing to turn on the lights at 3:00 PM . . .

More snow/sleet/freezing rain/rain forecast for tonight and tomorrow. We'll see what the actual path of the storm dumps on our actual roof.