hot and bothered

In case you didn’t notice, it’s been hot. We know exactly how hot because the woman who lived in this house before us mounted a thermostat outside practically every room for some unknown reason. In a house without central air, that makes almost any kind of work a bitch, but especially work that requires you to go climbing around a non-insulated attic.

But we have no choice—if we don’t finish the electric before Joe’s dad leaves for two weeks of vacation this Thursday, we’ll have to tell Roy to hold off again. And everything for the bath is in or will be this week, so conceivably he could finish—what a beautiful word—the job and we’d have a functioning toilet again.

So this week is going to be a scramble. I am so psyched by the idea of finishing something that I even stayed to help with the electrical. We sorted out a jumble of wires in the kitchen and ran a new phone line. And I have an enormous to-do list once again. I’m kind of happy about that.