I hope Susan is doing better today. I imagine the after effects of her anesthesia contributed to her collapse last night, but it had me worried. When she goes as limp as a rag doll like that, I can't lift her. She just becomes dead weight.
The bathroom guys are coming today. When they called Susan to ask her about the shower install, she was none too happy with the way they left things (didn't clean up to her satisfaction, etc.) so they offered to put a panel up on the ceiling of the shower so we'll never have to paint it again. They're also going to install the new light fixture I bought. They're supposed to be here between 8 and noon I think.