I am still not sick. DeeDee is finally getting healthier, as evidenced by the slowly diminishing stacks of kleenex knocking around the house like tumbleweeds. I refuse to succumb to illness, even though the desire to get to bed at like 3:30pm is pretty strong. I think (hope?) this is going to be one of those things where I feel like I'm getting sick for a couple weeks and never quite go there.
Jovan is flying solo and just picking up the pieces. He fixed most of the weird white stainage in the the bedroom but missed a large spot, so we're in the living room probably through the weekend. Although with floor-sanding on Monday and Tuesday, that might not be a bad idea.Other than that, its tiny measurable progress. There are now pipes through the floor for the corner sink, everything is painted and touched up and we're waiting on deliveries. This could be the new theme.
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