Assuming I live to a ripe old age (never a safe assumption given my prodigious consumption of fatty and fried foods over the years) I will be able to use this shower as long as I can still crawl.
The contractors we are using recently finished a few other projects, including the installation of a clawfoot bathtub in our downstairs bathroom and the relocation of our laundry room to the second floor. The workers are producing fine work, but the temporary disruptions associated with renovations have been getting on my nerves a bit. Yet despite the heavy traffic, the endless dog-yapping, and all the other unpleasantries of home improvements, we should have a brand-new bathroom by Thursday.
Now, to prepare for the property tax hike rebuttal I will need to compose once the county auditor gets wind of our renovative exploits.