A month and a half past when it was supposed to be done, and still technically a bit more paperwork and the like to do before I can officially put all this behind me, but the work on the house is for all intents and purposes DONE!
Is there such a thing as post-traumatic home reconstruction disorder?
Now that Stan Lee is no longer available, I’d like to think that he would like it if Ryan Reynolds took over the role of the cameo king of superhero movies.
As I said on Monday, the construction/remodeling work here isn’t quite done yet, but it’s close enough to being done that if I dwell on it, it’s maddening that it’s not done yet.
And while some tweaks remain at this time before the construction here is completely done, I realized this morning that I’ll be returning to a normal schedule soon.
Then I realized I wouldn’t recognize what a normal schedule looked like if it walked up to me, shook my hand, and introduced itself with “Hi, I’m a normal schedule.”
Obviously things are better here than many places in the United States right now, but with that said . . . things aren’t good here. Yes, the construction work is almost done, but nerves are shot (Homeschooling and home reconstruction . . . not a good combination!), and it feels like my nerves are especially shot. So much so that I know a couple of people are actively worried about me.
For the record, I’m pretty sure I’m fine (or will be, at least), but if you catch my meaning here, I’m not not worried about me either, so I’m doing my best to reinforce the various aspects of my health (physical, mental, and emotional). I will make it through this.
Gracelessly, I suspect, but I’ll make it.
And while the construction isn’t quite done yet as had been hoped, you can see the end in sight from here. Funny thing is, somebody I know marveled at how I “handled” all the insanity this week.
I didn’t have the heart to tell them that handling insanity is easy when you’re handling it as badly as I have this week.
Expect a sharp dip in sanity as the construction/remodeling around here enters what is hoped to be its final push, but after that you can look forward to an upward rising trend as the projected Friday completion date approaches.
On those rare occasions when I write about Algiz the Sun Conure, he has his own category: Coos and Caws. When I mentioned him the other day, I also mentioned our dog, Isa, thus prompting my son to ask why she doesn’t have her own category as well.
I didn’t have a good answer for that, so Isa now has her own category: Wags and Growls.
(I looked into trying to continue the C and C alliteration theme, but couldn’t come up with something that wouldn’t have been painfully pretentious.)
Over the weekend I struggled with something that hit me with bouts of nausea and/or fatigue, particularly after I ate. This morning I awoke feeling . . . okay, but, sure enough, I felt mildly nauseous after breakfast. Since I was pretty sure I wasn’t pregnant, this still seemed like an improvement over the weekend though, so I eventually approached the idea of lunch cautiously, but with a hint of optimism. After lunch, my thoughts went as follows:
That was actually pretty good, and look at me, not even a hint of nausea!
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . .
