Our kitchen sink works again. It’s glorious!
Oh, and you can bet your sweet ass I had the dishwasher running before the plumber had even backed out of the driveway.

Our kitchen sink works again. It’s glorious!
Oh, and you can bet your sweet ass I had the dishwasher running before the plumber had even backed out of the driveway.

After stress-filled work followed by stress-filled* hospital visit followed by stress-filled start to putting the kitchen and dining room back together, I have only managed 11 minutes of exercise today.
My back is killing me and I don’t know how I’m going to finish before I keel over…
…but I’ll get it done. Somehow. Bet on it.
*The hospital trip wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been. I got there at 1:00pm and she was discharged by 3:00. Most of the time in between she was snoozing. My sister and brother both had a rough time on their days and my day was easy in comparison. It’s not fair, but I do appreciate what they did. Always.
We are starting to put stuff back into the kitchen and dining room. One more contractor visit tomorrow and then IKEA explodes all over the place.

Obligatory Bridge Street bridge pic.
Back in 1987 there was a music store where that CVS stands now. That’s where I bought my first Les Paul. It was a sunburst Deluxe, red around the outside. I have no idea what year it was made. It was stolen in December of 1990. I’m not crying, you’re crying. Jerk.







It’s not quite finished, but it gives you an idea of how it will eventually look.
Pretty snappy, eh?

Two hours until my cardiology appointment.
At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I’m starting to feel really nervous. Like, full on scared.
This is good. This is worthwhile. This is a positive endeavor. Why the hell can’t I just calm down about it?
Ugh. Think I’ll change the cat litter to distract myself for 10 minutes.
Two hours to go.
The Japanese Peace Lilly has what may be the best flower it’s ever bloomed. Unfortunately it is facing the wall so we can’t see it.
Jerk.
