oh wait, it’s not our home; but improve it we will. we finally fixed the dead bolt on our back door so now it works with our keys. so now it’s three doors and two different keys, a significant improvement over three doors and three keys, one of which we never had. now we don’t have to track muddy footprints on our kitchen floor. instead we can track them on the ugly reddish-brown floor in our laundry area.

we are also going to install a bathroom fan so that we no longer have to scrape mold from the ceiling. stupid old house.

in non-home improvement news, i have this thing happening where i might have a broken rib. or a torn lat. or a torn intercostal. either way, it f*ing hurts and i think i need to go to the doctor. but i have a feeling that they will just tell me to not do the things that make it hurt. well, guess what, breathing hurts. lifting hurts. sitting hurts. everything hurts. the pain seems to migrate around the side of my rib cage and up under my scapula and into my back.  even more bewildering is the fact that i have no clue how i hurt myself.