Discovery 1: I like landscaping work. May be due to soil bacteria that acts like an anti depressant, may be the fact that it's so not a cube.
Discovery 2: While painting what could charitably be called a mudroom off the kitchen, which was assembled with scrap materials by the last owners I discover that the reason I can't screw ceiling tiles back in is that there is no frame on the ceiling, just a bunch of blankets. Painted instead, it's now the Smokers Lounge.
Discovery 3: Lt. Ripley has shown some progress while imprisoned in my office, and has used the litter box with newspaper (B) in it to wee. Poop is near but not in litter box B. Litter box A, which has had (alternately) clay sand and wheat scoop in it, remains largely ignored. Fabulous husband translates that the litter likely feels dirty and she doesn't like it. Fabulous husband furthre translates that the doesn't want to get her feet wet when she poops, hence the near but not quite aim on poop. Result: two litter boxes with newsprint and we'll see how that goes. Next steps may include a) making a litter box with no litter, just scrap tile since she seems to like that, b) a lower edge pan with newsprint or c) fostering her out to professional retrainers for a while should all else fail.
Discovery 4: I am far to concerned with the defecation habits of my cat.