So last night, left alone with the cats, the buzzer on the dryer indicates it is done. Shortly after that I hear a frantic scratching. I dash to the dryer and fortunately find nothing out of place, and the scratching has stopped. I looked around the house, nothing. Then I hear it again. Eventually I find this.
We're in the middle of updating our bathroom. Step 1 is removing the wallpaper. Step 2, after looking for interesting patterns in the glue, is it's removal.
Step 2.5, it turns out, is repairing the damage from removing the wallpaper.
After numerous delays & miscommunications ad nauseum, my crown was installed this morning. All that's left is to visit my future dentists office and make an appointment,and fill out forms, including a release to get my records transferred from now former dentist to new guy.
(Change of subject) At the memorial yesterday I learned that the deceased had worked with horses on a ranch as a young man. I commented to several people that this explained his ability to spot and call out a horses' ass when he met one.