Our first attempt at grilled pizzas had a bunch of burnt parts on the pizzas. Still seems like a worthwhile experiment, though. (And the grilled locally-grown corn was super-delightful.)
One of the cats left feces on the kitchen floor--which I discovered by stepping in them.
After dinner, my big goal for tonight was to assemble some bookshelves from IKEA.
First I had to trim them to fit our moldings--and while sawing one piece, the flimsy particleboard split apart. (Though in an inconspicuous place.) I had to glue it back together.
Our cat Duke got down into the basement while I was cutting the pieces, and then managed to escape out to the yard. (We still don't know how he escapes there.) He managed to resist both blandishments and pursuit for quite some time.
I misplaced a screwdriver I was going to use for the shelf assembly. I've put it in some place that was convenient in the course of the hunt for Duke, and I have no idea where it is.
When I first started to assemble the shelves, I put dowels in some holes that weren't supposed to receive dowels. I had to use pliers to get them out, and pinched myself hard enough to create a blood blister in the process.
I put one of the sockets for screws the wrong way into its hole, and it fit so snugly that I had to use a magnet to get it out.
But I finally got the shelves assembled. They need to be attached to the wall--but that would involve using the drill, and the battery is dead on the drill. This might be just as well; with the way my night is going, I'm not sure it's a good time to put holes in my wall.
I've strived to train myself out of cursing, but I've been cursing a lot this evening.