All four of us need a weekend. Right now. Not to relax, but to catch up. So that some day, years from now, we can relax. The plumber is coming tomorrow to fix a leaky spot, and then we’ll be able to finish up the kitchen pantry. I’ve been living without adequate kitchen storage for the better part of a year, and I’m getting desperate to have those precious 9 square feet back.
Other weekend plans include preparing the garden (Remember the garden? Yeah, me neither) for some sort of patio-type thing, finishing repair work to the windows in the scary, unused back room (yes, it still looks like that, minus the tub and sink), repairing a chew-hole in the sofa (I do NOT want to talk about it), and maybe a trip to IKEA to start picking up some of what we’re going to need for the downstairs bathroom (and possibly taking a peek at what’s hiding under the 27 layers of tile we have to pull up).
If there’s time left over (!), it would be nice to go out for breakfast.