Am. Very. Tired.

As much as we have done, this still feels like the never-ending project in the house that will never be neat and clean ever again.

I’ve been assured that this is not so, but am having a hard time believing it. I’m beginning to believe that I’ll be stepping over pieces and board and pipe for the rest of my natural life.

Sleep calls. Loudly.

I’m sure things’ll be better in the morning. Then I just have to figure out what to do with a spare kitchen table and computer monitor. (Any takers? They’re free!)