The 9.5 months of waiting is over, and the work begins.
Sleep no longer matters. Eight hours a night? Bah! Five-to-six is now enough for me, thankyouverymuch. Nevermind the headache. Bring on the coffee and aspirin!
Food is no longer a culinary experience. Well, not that it was ever a culinary experience... (I just like food). Now eating is just for fueling the body.
This new "thing" that just recently came into my life, that lately has been continuously occupying the most of my limited brain space, is:
(wait for it)
(wait for it)
A new freaking house! Okay, it's actually 60-years old, but it's new to me! And it's all mine! (and husband's). And it's ugly! So we may or may not have overpaid but there's no use to crying over spilt milk, I say just grab a straw and drink it straight from the floor!
That said... I'll be taking time off from sewing and blogging in the next few months, to nurture this new source of stress and obsession back into a presentable shape. I will return with hopefully some decent before-and-after picture, because without before-and-after pictures, we are less equipped to judge people.
P.S. If you're asking why it took 9.5 months, I have one word for you: Banks. Evil, incompetent, selfish banks that think they rule the world and expect everybody else to play their games and if they lose, they ask everybody to bail them out. Okay, that's more than one word, but they do rule the world and got bailed out.
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