The rod for the shower curtain came down last night when Reid was in the tub. I don’t think either of us touched it; it just came crashing down. I twisted it a bit and got it to hang again and forgot all about it until this morning. I hadn’t got the pole hung high enough and the bottom of the shower curtain was lying on the floor. Somehow in raising it, I made it so it wouldn’t stay up at all. Ken came to my rescue. He fiddled with the rod but it didn’t want to stay in place. I showered quickly while Ken held the rod up. That’s love, eh? To hold the curtain up for someone rather than making them go to the other shower.

ETA: I thought Ken would comment that he was just worried about getting water on the floor. He said that he was too much asleep to tell me to go to the other shower. Ah well…