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I’m trying to be happy about all this change, but it’s tiring and I’m so done with the packing thing. Then there’s the banging upstairs and the cold and the dirt. Plus, I can’t go braless when people are here. That’s probably why I’m cranky.
So we’re at the point where it really doesn’t look like much has happened. But it has. There’s shingles on the outside. There’s a window in place. The wiring’s done. The yucky red carpet is gone. That’s the upstairs.
The bathroom downstairs is gutted and rewired and framed up and ready for the old tub and sink to be yanked out. We have to get the new shower, sink, and toilet upstairs working before we can do that though.
Of course, none of that is my work. I’ve been stuck in packing hell.