I've been living like a Gypsy, a night at my sister's house, a weekend at a friend's house, another night at one of my brothers' homes and well, you get the picture. For the past three weeks this has been my life and it doesn't seem like it's going to end anytime soon. You'd think I was living out of my car. I have clothes, toiletries and all kinds of shoes in the backseat of my car. Some are in duffel bags, some clothes are on hangers and some stuff is just strewn about. Sigh, Operation Remodeling is a pain in the ass! Day 22 and they are putting in the new tile. I dropped by this evening to pick up even more clothes and to look at the progress. "So how much longer do you think this is going to take?" I asked rather impatiently, but sprinkled with politeness. The head guy, whatever he's called, looked up at me, as he continued to work with his hands on the floor. Beads of sweat covered his face. "You should be able to move back in by this weekend. Maybe. No, probably." Ugh! Such a tease! In that millisecond, I went from jubilant to hopeful to let down. Kinda like my dates. I digress. I mumbled pleasantries and left.
I miss my bed. I miss my routine. My stress level is sky high. Sigh, this too shall pass, right? Right.
That's the update kids. I know you were waiting on bated breath. Maybe. No, probably.