The local liquor store got in a shipment today of a wine I really like, Svenska White, and I didn’t even wait for it to properly chill before pouring myself a glass.
I’ve been priming, spackling, sanding, painting, decluttering, dusting and hanging (pictures) for the last couple of weeks.
Today, I was so tired of all of it that I almost sat in the middle of the floor and cried, which would have been more painful than it was worth.
Rather, I put up the rest of the pictures in the living room, swept (and swept and swept), attempted to relight the hot water heater pilot which had gone out (a PM from Capizzi got it started, we never did see the pilot light), showered and dressed, attended James’ 4th grade concert, drove him home, made two trips to Aubuchon for the parts to repair the mailbox that the DPW knocked off its post, and finished my Christmas shopping.
Stopped off at Blockbuster to rent “Constantine’s Sword” and am going to watch it, with pajamas on, feet up and the rest of the glass of Svenska White. Happy Shortest Days, Northern Hemisphere.