Why I don't like doing windows

It's the perils of living in a house that's eighty years old, was underbuilt to begin with and has been abused over the years by craftsmen with more enthusiasm than actual skill.

Since the movie project is dying, slowly, painfully, kicking and screaming as the Gestapo of Mediocrity drags it off to the killing room and I've lost my motivation to write about it, I need some other diary to fill this space. Maybe...

House Diaries

It's a saga that reaches back to 1920( ... )