I got home and found the keybox open (a lockbox like real estate agents use but used by the contractors) and the key nowhere to be found. I called Jason and found out that the painters had no idea how to put the key back in the box so they just took it with them. It made me laugh and reminded me of a buddy in Japan. His dad was a painter and I was told that the dad worked with too many solvents and was kind of nutty. Once when I went in he said his helmet was too tight so he wanted Mr. Maeda (owner of the motorcycle store) to split the helmet in two and glue it back together. In any case, Jason told me that the painters locally weren’t much different.

I had an urgent need to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and I’m guessing I might have some sort of stomach thing. My digestion is suspect and I’ve been lightheaded all day. I stayed home in the morning but I went into work in the afternoon. I had to get yelled at in person, after all. In any case, that’s about the most exciting thing that happened to me all day and possibly the most interesting. Not much of a day after all.