I will be the one who loves you – until the end of time

[rolanni]

So,the gentleman who was supposed to come measure the floors this morning got caught up at another job, and rescheduled for tomorrow morning.

The great shifting of the front of the house to the back of the house continues. I am, unfortunately, down to the kitchen. Where in ghod’s name am I gonna put the stuff from the kitchen? Normally? I’d put in the living room. Not an option this time, obviously.

Made bread — that makes for two loves in the freezer, so that’s all good.

We’ve — actually, that would be Steve — got the first batch of SRM stock into the mail today, headed for its new home.

Put the trash out, did dishes, wrote.

The thrills just go on forever, don’t they?

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And now? I’m beat.

See y’all tomorrow.

Progress on Necessity’s Child
71,848/100,000 OR 71.8% complete

“You know what my cat does?” Tansy asked from down-table and opposite. “He sits on top the door ’til somebody comes through, then he jumps on their head!”

Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.

Comments

[ellenru.livejournal.com]

My kitchen stuff went into boxes (for the stuff I wouldn't be using until the renovation was done) and plastic bags (for the things I would be using - mostly a lot of paper plates and plastic cutlery). The boxes got piled with the boxes containing the books and the bags went into the den which was closed off as my clothes were living there too. It was 8 weeks of hell and I'm finally down to the last of the unpacking. Now, if only the hall closet doors would appear, the last of the renovator's gear could leave my condo.