Normal days have gone by the wayside in our lives now. Everthing revolves around the house and we are fitting everything to its schedule. Except the CF-18s. DH can’t ignore them, so he’s still going to work. 

I pulled my office apart to paint. It’s ready for its final coat (buttermilk), but funny (not funny ha ha, or funny strange, but rather funny kind of pitiful) that it took days to arrive at this point. With a layer of dark blue paint to cover, two full days of re-certification for first aid and normal life to attend to, these things take time. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

The bedrooms are next. Then the livingroom and kitchen.

I’m missing you all. I hope to get some time to come visit around the cyberworld tomorrow. Take care.