Wednesday, March 18, 2009
the high life
Okay, so I've finished my labors for the day on the "not so master" bathroom, that tiny converted closet sized room that I am shaping with my labor and my very blood into a functional space.
So happy Spring Break. How was your St. Pat's?
I still have lots of details to go before it's tile ready, a fair amount of standing in awkward positions fastening hardibacker to the wall.
But for the day I am done. I didn't quite meet my goal. I never do. I am always overambitious in my intentions. But it is only Wednesday, and my ultimate goal is to be tile ready by the weekend; two days to go, plenty of time. Right?
I am in my element, my office, on the back patio, comfortably seated in a dusty old office chair listening to the sound of old T. Rex. Despite my underachievement I am proud of the day's effort, and I have a plan for tomorrow. Overambitious again, I'm sure.
I just washed down three Advil and a Pepcid with the Champagne of Beers.
Yeah baby, that's right. I'm still living the high life.
It just hurts a lot more than it used to.
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So happy Spring Break. How was your St. Pat's?
I still have lots of details to go before it's tile ready, a fair amount of standing in awkward positions fastening hardibacker to the wall.
But for the day I am done. I didn't quite meet my goal. I never do. I am always overambitious in my intentions. But it is only Wednesday, and my ultimate goal is to be tile ready by the weekend; two days to go, plenty of time. Right?
I am in my element, my office, on the back patio, comfortably seated in a dusty old office chair listening to the sound of old T. Rex. Despite my underachievement I am proud of the day's effort, and I have a plan for tomorrow. Overambitious again, I'm sure.
I just washed down three Advil and a Pepcid with the Champagne of Beers.
Yeah baby, that's right. I'm still living the high life.
It just hurts a lot more than it used to.
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