Today, in an attempt to find something that needed to be done that carried actual positive psychic rewards, Gretchen and I went out to do some more work on the garage. Yes, that sounds sad, but it really isn't, because I will feel *so* much better if we can get the garage cleaned out so that she can park in it.
After an hour or so of work, we have managed to mostly finish excavating one end of her side of the garage, which means that we just have to dispatch the mound of boxes that we threw out of the library so that we could have that room back. This is a fair amount of work, but it is manageable.
Meanwhile, my intermittent sciatica is mitting again, probably aggravated by the broken bed. We headed over to the pool and spent an hour and a bit floating around, which seems to have improved the situation. I guess I'll see how it is in the morning.