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Okay, so now the hallway (third floor, where I work) smells like burning plastic. Ugh. I wish the second-floor remodelling would finish, but I think we have another couple-three weeks of various indignities. First floor had some kind of plastic thing up to catch dust, they're moving a wall and doing heaven-knows-what in the ceilings. I think it's time and past time for me to start going out the back door - which means I parked in the wrong place today. (The back door goes straight out to an outdoor stairwell, single flight down - the second floor is the ground floor, there, I think the first stops further over.)
