one-third

I have laid about fifty square feet of tile, inexpertly but cutely. I have adjusted my ideas about the decorative part around the insides. I can't figure out how to get a photograph of the whole room, even though it is small -- I think because it is small and the house is too. Actually, it's not a small room -- 16x9: the same size as the living room. Or possibly bigger: yes, I think Emma was right, it's longer by a couple of feet, because it shares the width of the house with the bathroom and not a bedroom. Good thing. The room is going to have a lot of purposes. The nice fellow's workroom, the laundry room, my son's place to crash between places so he doesn't have to sleep on the couch anymore. The nice fellow thinks he's going to set up his aquariums there, but I don't think so, because I don't think he'll get started before Emma moves out in the summer (she'll be going off to the City to work as an office assistant in the office of a labor lawyer, and also babysit her children, and also play around the City: and then it will be time to go to the University) -- and Emma's room is much better for the purpose of aquariums, and still usable as a "guest room" (place for Emma between terms). So I think he will probably decide to do that.

I am tired.

I am not even trying to do any writing today, or probably tomorrow. And Saturday is the band review, at which I might work harder than Emma, maybe.