Last week I got a second in-person quote on the fence, and yesterday that guy (who seemed more legit than the first guy) agreed to match the first guy's price, so I'll be sending him the signed contract today. (He never asked to see the first guy's estimate, so I missed my chance to tell him it was much lower! If only I was more dishonest.)
Yesterday I also finally fixed the master bathroom door. Or rather, the hole where the latch slides through the strike plate. Since before we moved there, the hole had been about 1/2" too low, so the door never really stayed closed. My 2yo would toddle in there all the time, and then proceed to open up the cabinets under the sink and treat everything under there as toys. To this day there's a stick of my wife's deodorant that has completely disappeared.
So to move the hole up I knew I'd have to plug the existing one first. I figured I'd create the plug with my hole saw and a piece of scrap plywood, but my smallest hole saw bit was still too big by about 1/2" diameter, so I ended up tracing around a 3/4" socket from one of my socket wrench sets and cutting that out with a coping saw. Then I had to shave the plug down a bit more with a chisel to get it to the right size, but finally I got a nice snug fit and glued it in place, and it was even perfectly flush. That was Monday. Then yesterday I drilled the new hole with a spade bit, chiseled out two corners a little to make it a D shape, as well as a thin layer slightly further up the door frame so the strike plate would fit properly, and voila. I recorded a 10-second video showing a close-up on the door closing, making sure you could hear that satisfying "click" as the latch slid home, then sent that to my wife. She was thrilled.
The sad thing is, those are pretty much the only two productive things it feels like I did yesterday.