It's been a little over two weeks, and my knees are just now beginning to speak kindly to me again. They didn't like the before-Thanksgiving push to get the tile floors down in the bathroom and the kitchen.
I had motivation. I was having a three year-old guest in, and didn't want her to have to trek down two floors to our beautiful rustic subterranean stonewalled bathing facility should she have to go pee in the middle of the night. (It's a daunting enough trip at my age!)
My brother kindly came by to set the toilet and sink the day before she got here. I'm not sure she appreciated the extra effort, but I do - that I no longer need to trek to the basement in the middle of the night myself is one of those beautiful side-benefits that we occasionally get in life.
With all that running around, I was pretty tired by the time I got around to grouting the tile after work on Monday. So, when one of the tiles in the middle of the floor popped up, instead of doing the sensible thing and mixing up a bit of mastic to re-lay it, I just got out my trusty caulk gun and used it to glue the baby down. Subsequent research on the web tells me that may not have been the smartest thing I've ever done - caulk doesn't hold up under traffic load. But, what's done is done and the tile is firmly attached for now. I've decided to think of it as a science experiment - how long will a tile stay attached to the floor if you use caulk to glue it down? We shall see!