Only Yesterday

I'm listening to a book called Only Yesterday by Frederick Lewis Allen about the 1920s. My grandfather told me about it 30 years ago. He didn't talk to me often about anything, so I remember his book recommendations, and I thought it was cool, as he might have remembered some of the 1920s. It was written in 1931, but the funny thing is that it sounds like it was written last week. It is absolutely worth reading.

My brain isn't happy. The level of freakout is pretty high. I'm wondering if a bit more carbs would be useful for dealing with all this stress (dentist, house construction).

Speaking of the house, half of the tile has been installed in the bathroom. The tile guy didn't want to uninstall the sink or faucets, as he doesn't want to get in trouble if something breaks, so he wants the contractor to do it, which means more slowdowns. However, at least some of the tile is in.