I hate fixing old busted computers for people. Especially people who don’t know about computers. You turn it on and there are 8,000 icons on the desktop , and it takes forever to start up from all the crap that has been loaded.
No one really cares what day it is. I don’t. Seems like this has been going on forever. This must be what jail is like. You know know when it started, or when it’s going to end. You know just know that today it’s happening.
It felt like the flooring was never going go into the family room.
I was feeling better by this afternoon so I helped Sherry paint the family room. Not sure what was wrong with me. Sherry probably caught wind of my “mexico” plan and put something in my food to slow me down. Sherry is the painter. She’s in charge of the paint. She picks the paint colors, because I am clinically color blind. Paint is Sherry’s job.
I felt like crap when I got home from work, I think I started pulling off the trim in the dinning room. Sherry could tell I wasn’t feeling good, and wasn’t up for working. So we quit and took Abby to Friday’s.
I am tired. I don’t feel like typing this. I don’t care if the floor ever gets finished. I am seriously contemplating pretending to go to work tomorrow, circling back, getting the bare necessities and heading to Mexico. I don’t even care.
My only goal tonight was to get a light hanging in the new dining room. That didn’t happen.
The goal for tonight was to finish the entire kitchen. Now that Sherry is running the saw things are moving much faster. We can kind of switch jobs off, and get more done. Part of me is a little leery of how “handy” she is becoming. Pretty soon she isn’t going to need me. I fable about learning to fish comes to mind.
Took the day off…..