Bottom of the ninth, bases are loaded. For weeks I've felt that I've stepped up to the plate with a live herring, but today feels more like a "I've got a bat" kind of day. We've been sick, got better and are back at the house full force...with as much full force as recovering people can be. The reno continues, and it's like moving without moving. Say, that's a nice ceiling. These floors sure do look nice. Doors? Who'd have thought, what a marvelous invention! Dimmer switches? Fantastic. A second bathroom? That's to come. It's all up to the will of Karl. Praise be to Karl, genius contractor.
We're so very tired but must continue. A couple of treasured beautifuls are coming today to help us paint, which will hopefully put us a bit ahead. The sooner the dust - litterally - clears, the more we can focus on work and the next adventure, and the sooner Lt. Ripley will stop staging protest in the halls, work areas and shoes of our upheaved home. And maybe she won't feel compelled to jump up and down - in place - on my neck at 4am to make sure I'm still there and since you're up, breakfast? A rescue kitty with uncleanable fur and her just established routine removed is a terrifying thing. She'd cute, she's sweet, we love her but can't afford all new shoes and the sleep deprivation.