Sorry for such a late post. Though I am not the house renovator, I keep getting sucked into the kitchen tile project, most often as a persistent gawker but also as a pet bouncer/distracter or, when the grout situation allows, as speedy busgirl/dishwasher/lunch maker. Still, it's amazing how much time gawking requires.
At the moment the house is ringing with the mellifluous sounds of Sam Cooke, the pets have decided to go snooze, and I am considering whether I should take a nap alongside them or go outside and work in the garden. The nap is not laziness but a necessity: I won't get home from tonight's gig until at least 1, probably later. And since I am a person who regularly goes to bed at 9 and gets up at 5:30, I need to figure out how to make myself go to sleep in the middle of the day. Otherwise, there will be trouble.
Maybe I'll see a few of you tonight.