Had a nice long run of pretty decent days. Kev and I have been getting along reasonably well, made a good chunk of progress on the house (of course... when I'm making progress on the long term stuff, the house often looks messier because things like dishes get put on hold.) The problem with a long run of decent days is it can lull you into a false sense of security. One can start to feel like she is beginning to redefine normal minus the hyper-aware anxiety being ever present.
Then.. just like that... it's gone. The carefully crated sense of calm disappears with a phone call or a barking dog or maybe because of nothing at all. Today, it's a bunch of things. A phone call that the city inspector is coming for the final sign off on the pool tomorrow. Now.. this is not MY issue, we're not even using the pool at the moment.. it's the builder's issue. Doesn't matter. And.. the builder has to come install a couple of door alarms and block off the pet door (long story.) Someone's coming to hopefully pick up Glen's bed, assuming she wants it after she's seen it. Glad to have it find a home... still going to be sad to see it leave. Too much time spent sorting and tossing in that room.. definitly ready for it to be done. Mostly just carpet cleaning and reassembly but still ready for it to be over.
What I'd like to do is crawl back into bad and pull the covers over my head for a while. Can't do that. People coming. And gotta get ready for Kev's birthday. And Christmas. And it's supposed to rain. It's just one of those times that in order to keep the semblence of a "normal household" I am reminded that there's one of me where there used to be two of us. Blech.
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