The house is done. I’m still sort of spinning sideways from the brutal slog yesterday turned into.
I’m leaving now to meet with realtor. If he doesn’t work out, will get others and interview them, of course. MEANWHILE the brutal, hard scraping, sanding and waxing are done. The back of our car and the garage over there are still full, but we can deal with those little by little. This house needs cleaning (desperately) but not TODAY.
I might post again later. I had this line going through my head that started “Why do uplifted mice always wear only shorts?” which indicates I’ve been reading way too much Disney while wiped out and I might play with it.
Or, having gritted my teeth and bought the newest PF Chisholm at the extortionate prices her publisher charges upon first release, after realtor I might curl up in bed and devour it.
And after tomorrow I’m all yours.