Curtains hung with minimal physical injuries. The mental injuries though… endless.

Curtains hung with minimal physical injuries. The mental injuries though… endless.

The brackets were a bitch. The rest was simple as can be. My arms are killing me.

To quote the wise sage Homer Simpson…
Urge to kill rising… rising… rising…


The lights in the office are on a motion sensor. If the three people sitting in this area fail to stand up at regular intervals the lights shut off.
They shut off during a video conference today. That was good for a chuckle.

We dipped our toes into a non-locked down world. We went to a store. Not just any store but the biggest, roomiest, most social distance friendly store there is. We also went when we knew it would be as close to dead as it gets.
Still…
We went to IKEA.

Dig our crazy daring-do.
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.

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.
