So I set to removing doors, scrubbing them down, then setting them aside and taking on the shower and the rest of the bathroom. I had the England-NZ cricket match on in the background. About the time they should have taken their tea break, I realized that I'd been working on that bathroom for the better part of three hours and needed a break myself. They delayed their tea break for up to 30 minutes because England, having gone to pieces at bat, were down to their final wicket, and effectively the officials wanted to get the match over with rather than go for tea and then come back to have the match end one ball later. The final partnership put on a heroic stand, but just before the 30-minute extended session would have ended, NZ finally bowled England out to end up winning a match that the smart money would have laid as a draw three days ago.
With the cricket over, I returned to the Bathroom of Doom, and spent quite a bit longer scrubbing it top to bottom. I think I must have spent something like six hours total today, but it's almost as clean as when we first moved in. I'm exhausted, and there is still a lot of cleaning that needs doing in this house. In particular, the kitchen needs a similarly thorough treatment, in order to discourage the ants that continue to plague the place.
My pedometer says I logged about the same number of steps today that I would have had I gone for a walk around the lakes.