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It Should Be Friday
Dec. 20th, 2007 10:19 amIt feels like Friday. But, sadly, the calendar refuses to yield to my aesthetic sense of time. After today, there's only one more day before vacation. A sweet, merciful break.
The dining room project is all but done. Some minor paint touchups may be forthcoming, and we're going to need two more curtain panels to get appropriate fullness in the curtains, but.. yeah. I have a nice new pair of sturdy bookshelves in there that I can start putting things in, and clean up the mess that is the first floor of my house.
The bathroom project proceeds, but there's a ways yet to go. I helped put up some drywall, after work yesterday. Maybe we'll get it done by the end of January.
Of course, my parents are doing the bulk of the work, while I'm off at my job - I do appreciate their help, but Dad continues to make the mistake of thinking that we're telepathic, and can instantly respond to his requests when they come out as 'annoyed grunts'.
The dining room project is all but done. Some minor paint touchups may be forthcoming, and we're going to need two more curtain panels to get appropriate fullness in the curtains, but.. yeah. I have a nice new pair of sturdy bookshelves in there that I can start putting things in, and clean up the mess that is the first floor of my house.
The bathroom project proceeds, but there's a ways yet to go. I helped put up some drywall, after work yesterday. Maybe we'll get it done by the end of January.
Of course, my parents are doing the bulk of the work, while I'm off at my job - I do appreciate their help, but Dad continues to make the mistake of thinking that we're telepathic, and can instantly respond to his requests when they come out as 'annoyed grunts'.
