I thought that fleeing the East Coast and all things renovation-related for a few days would be the break I needed. I imagined I’d return from my red-eye out of Vegas sufficiently refreshed to tackle faucets, tile and anything else this house could dish out.
But no, I’m crankier than ever.
We’re still stalled at finding a faucet, and to make things worse, summertime inertia has set in. Where, in month 1, we used to rise at 7, stay ’til 6 and work through meals, we now sleep in, arrive in time to hit the Chinese place for lunch, then languish in an MSG-induced stupor. On the off chance we do get something accomplished by the day’s end, it’s usually our first order of business the next morning to re-do it.
Our flagging motivation is not helped by the fact that 1) we don’t have central air, and 2) my in-laws do, and 3) also a pool and a working toilet, within 100 yards of each other.
It may be the jet lag, but I’ve started to envy the Amish. I mean, they knock out a barn raising in what, a day? They’d have had this renovation sewn up long ago.