Poking head up out of sand
Taking a break from all the madness for a moment. Feels good to sit down and relax. I'm almost done, though. Almost. I only have to organize my art supplies and move them into their new home, and throw out all the trash I've unearthed, and vacuum the office rug, and scrub the family room floor (which looks great by the way) and glue on the rest of the baseboard. Shouldn't take more than, oh, say, five days. Oh, and that's not counting the reorganization of the drawers in the dining area. That really needs to be done soon.
Of course, that's assuming the neighbors don't let their house fill up with tobacco smoke again. It leaks through the walls and air vents, and besides reeking, I get migraines from the smoke. Saturday I had to lie down for hours, which of course, disrupted my sleep that night. DH later said he knew my head must be hurting when I swatted away his hand when he tried to scritch my head. Usually I purr when he does that.
But, despite headaches and bouts of nausea, I have made progress. Lots and lots of progress. Must now return to the drudgery, though.
Will be back sometime. Promise.
( Snape's Journal )
Of course, that's assuming the neighbors don't let their house fill up with tobacco smoke again. It leaks through the walls and air vents, and besides reeking, I get migraines from the smoke. Saturday I had to lie down for hours, which of course, disrupted my sleep that night. DH later said he knew my head must be hurting when I swatted away his hand when he tried to scritch my head. Usually I purr when he does that.
But, despite headaches and bouts of nausea, I have made progress. Lots and lots of progress. Must now return to the drudgery, though.
Will be back sometime. Promise.
( Snape's Journal )