Vlad's been at the hospital since this morning. It's taking longer than normal; Fridays are always a zoo at M.D. Anderson, rivaled only by Mondays. His blood tests showed some bacteria, but apparently it's treatable with antibiotics. I need to change his dressing tonight.
A neighborhood spy reported our siding job to the authorities. We were said to be using salvage Hardieplank, which we aren't. Upon investigation, our crew was using siding over the garage that was leftover from another area on our house, which is a no-no. It's been rectified. I hope. But it was a very anxious afternoon.
We're meeting with said spy, board member Mark McDonald, who lives two doors down this evening. He called the association rather than knocking on our door. Great guy.
UPDATE: Vlad met with Mark. It was very friendly and Mark said the association misunderstood his statement; he was only trying to save us from the headache of a redo. We're being grownups about it. On the outside.
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