It’s 10:30PM and it’s still 90°F outside. Ick. It’s supposed to stay that way all week. It was 102°F today and is supposed to be 104°F and 105°F the next couple of days. This isn’t the sort of thing an Oregonian can put up with. I should move to San Francisco, where it’s only supposed to be 67°F tomorrow.
Jay the Contractor showed up today and tore apart the bedroom that’s still being worked on. I’m not sure what I expected, but this really wasn’t it. Not that I mind, since they need access to the space between the ceiling and the roof so they can spray in the Icynene insulation, but it was a surprise. I’m just hoping the installer knows what he’s doing and we get the upstairs insulated right.