I had a list for the day, checked it twice, was tired enough that I only got half of it done and considered it good.
Meantime, our nephew and his wife whose wedding we flew to Atlanta for in July will be staying with us for his brother’s wedding.
The phone rang this morning, after the shop’s checking of quantities of both workers and material available: the desperately awful 20-year-old carpet in the family room will be out of here and the new one in, the day after Christmas and two days before the guests arrive. Thick and plush, good for the coming baby to crawl and walk on and lovely to see.
No. More. Formerly-and-still-trying-to-be blue carpet. At long, long last. Soon!