Yesterday morning when I went out to my truck, the windshield looked like this:
It was so strange. I haven’t seen condensation on my windshield for years – not since I lived in Baltimore.
I spent a chunk of the day yesterday at school. When I got home, I painted a little, then I went for a swim. After dinner, I switched out the toilet handle. The old one was skinny and short. It was so uncomfortable to use. My hand kept slipping off of it.
The new one is bronze-colored like the sink and tub fixtures. Metals must match.