French apartment renovations, Day 165: Reformed epoxy and middle-of-the-night phone calls

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Well, I got out that bad epoxy and shook it around a little. And it started loosening up and getting more and more liquid. Huh. So I gave it a go and mixed it up with the hardener and applied it to the rotted beam. The biggest issue is I didn't have enough. I'll need tons just for this one big beam since the end is almost completely rotten.

I got the entire ceiling prepped for drywall by chiseling down any high (or rather, low) spots and bits of wood that were sticking out beyond level. There were lots! Besides the rotten area in the corner, we're pretty much good to go for the ceiling.

We met with a HVAC installer; we've decided to install ductless minisplits in both our apartment and in the one we're renovating. It's a complicated install because we have to put the heat pumps waaaaay far away on the roof of our building; they can't be installed on the exterior walls due to historic preservation regulations. So $$ but necessary and far more energy efficient than the other option (conventional electric radiators).

We had planned on a picnic at the beach with several other families, but the weather turned overcast and windy right before dinner and then it started raining. So we'll do it another night. Since we were eating in, I made soup (Thai coconut chicken soup).

Zari and I took a walk to Lidl to look at running shoes. Unfortunately they were out of her size (43--same size as Eric!).

What else is new today? Oh, Eric and I got our 2nd vaccinations this morning.

Oh, and how could I forget? The weirdest thing happened last night. I was woken out of a dead sleep at 4:30 am by a phone call. It was someone calling from Italy speaking in passable but accented French, asking for a midwife friend of mine's phone number. It was really bizarre. I told her I'd text her the contact info, but she insisted that I give her the phone number right now. She had the first 3 digits but had lost the rest of it.

Of course after this rude awakening I couldn't fall back asleep. I am SO TIRED now.

This reminds me that I would not be a good midwife because I hate middle of the night phone calls and I hate driving. The being at the birth part is great, but it's the other parts that I don't think I could handle.