We're moving on Friday. Things are not, as they say, "ready."
I've been assured that this house will be pristine and ready to accept our belongings by the time the movers roll in.
But I admit, I'm worried.
Signs like that will do it to me. Note the un-grouted tile to the left.
The workers are busting their you-know-whats to meet my deadline. But it's a lot of work. And The Gorilla and I have a terrible habit of adding projects to the pile. I'm infamous for saying, "Well, while you're here..."
We're excited, stressed, discombobulated. All the normal stuff.
If I owe you an email or phone call - and I probably do - I'm sorry. My brain is only so stretchy. I plan on resuming my regular obsessive/compulsive computer habits soon.
But in the meantime...