I’d love to post an update that’s informative and/or amusing, but my brain is tapioca right now.
Castle Frostbite turned into Grand Central Station today. Starting at 8am this morning, various handifolk turned over the doorknob to each other, as they say in Germany. We had Electric Guy running a new lead and installing an outlet for our soon-to-be-delivered pellet stove, Masonry Guy redoing our chimneys properly in preparation for the roof install, and Carpenter Guy measuring the wooden deck in front of the main entrance, where two of the flooring planks have decided to do a trapdoor impression. It turns out that much of the underlying wood structure has the consistency of a fresh brownie. (Quote of the morning: “I’m not a carpenter, but I’m pretty sure wood’s not supposed to be squishy.”) In all that chaos, the kids decided to be Really Difficult in order to reclaim Daddy’s attention.
All in all, it’s been a busy day, and now that I’m finally able to claim a few minutes for myself, all I want to do is go to sleep and be a viking. My word count for the day is a big, fat zero, and it’s not likely to increase before I call it quits and turn off my brain for a while.
On the whole, however, I suppose life’s pretty good. I mean, somewhere in the Far East, some peasant just spent all day wading through knee-deep muck behind an incontinent water buffalo. Compared to that kind of work day, mine was pretty much a walk in the park.