The workers who have been doing mysterious things to our building have now made it to the front. This means one can stand on the scaffolding and look into my bathroom. It is a disconcerting thing to say the very least. I’ve hung my two towels on the clothes line in the hopes of providing some privacy.

I am scheduled to go out for a beer with Roy tonight. I kind of doubt anything will come of it, but we’ll see. If he doesn’t come, will I manage to go by myself? Or am I too big a coward?