On the Floor

dooce: Buds

The floors are in! GEORGE! is starting to move his stuff into the sublet room. I’m disoriented and my cold along with a late winter cold has returned with a vengeance. Floor dude finished the front room yesterday in the middle of a blizzard by making a lean-to on the porch for his saws. The hardwood makes me miss the old house less. Wait. I’m not missing the old house. I am missing the neighbors, though.

This is all a distraction from the two forms of work I need to do: client and unpacking. Clients first, unpacking second… I’m going to leverage that mantra until Heather kicks me… Clients first! Unpacking second!