Hawkeye, and it even gets better!
I hate waking up in the middle of the night; me too, usually for the bathroom, at 2am and then I lay back in bed and my mind is going
a mile a minute. All I can do is grab my Kindle and read, sometimes that puts me to sleep, sometimes it doesn't. Have been in the kitchen many times
it seems lately at 4am looking for coffee. Last night I only got five hours of sleep. Maybe I dozed a bit later and didn't realize it.
Starbucks is shut down. Woe is us, though I'm too cheap to buy coffee there. All those folks hooked on those mocha lattes.
Those places always seem busy. Lot of revenue being lost, and if it's an outdoor business, say building in-ground pools, who can say they
should be exempted...and it's now your peak time for digging and building, and I'm guessing you will likely get pulled over if you pass an officer.
Same officer who probably had a dept. meeting explaining the new law to him, and told to go out and write some tickets. Those drivers need a get out of jail
card from their employers to keep in the vehicle.
have worked most of day cleaning up and vacuuming, and also hands and knees with a scrub brush getting all the dark spots out of the tan grout near the dishwasher
and stove. Worked pretty well. I have a dark brown vinyl comfort pad under the sink area. Moved that over so I could kneel on it and that sure
helped. That tile doesn't give much, hard on my feet and back. Looks good though and easily cleaned. So I was zwiffering away too today, cleaning up floor after using that
strong cleaner on it. And you start one spot and you keep going just because you can and the wipe isn't too dirty yet. Today was a three wipe day.
More than I call fun.
Photographer comes early next week for interior pics. So much to do. One more closet to go, guest bedroom closet.
Has about half a dozen kites in it not put back in properly, probably a big tangle. Dealing with that is why it hasn't gotten done yet.
But the list is getting shorter and Javier my helper comes Saturday to do all the carrying and loading into the truck. Meanwhile it can't look like a horrible mess
when Mrs Buyer opens the closet door and is appalled at the mess. Sigh. The sins of one's past are revisited upon us.
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