Things are totally coming to a head. Randy says that I’m sick to my stomach because my immune system is affected by nervousness about the reno. I think I just have an ugly bug. In any case, I spent way more time packing and sorting kitchen stuff than I should have, and now I’m paying the price. I had to come into the Super Bowl during the second quarter. That’s bad, ‘cuz then I wasn’t able to “magic” Chicago the way I wanted to. And so, they’re in trouble. I’m sure that’s why.
And speaking of the Super Bowl . . . is Prince not a GOD?!?!
And now… Indianapolis are the Super Bowl champions. How weird is that?
Oh yeah. Back to the reno:
We’re exactly on schedule. Critical path is the floors on the 19th, and cabinet delivery on the 27th. So far, so good, but then, so far, it’s been only Randy and me doing stuff according to the project plan. When others are introduced, we’ll see how the one week of slack can be distributed J
I’m going to have “words” with the General’s rep tomorrow, ‘cuz I’m convinced that it’s more important to have the proper permits than to cheat and save a couple of bucks. If we were spending $20K I might be willing to forego proper inspection and permits. We’re spending a whole lot more than that. It just doesn’t make sense to risk that in a home we’re planning to spend the next 20 years in, and plan to sell in our 60’s as our nest egg.
Cheveyo is a little bit scared, and still uncomfy with the activity in the house. He asserted himself this morning by peeing (nee: spraying) his kitty bed. Randy and I got very used to his bringing us a present when we woke in the morning. This morning, it was a spray. Bad kitty!