Perhaps I shouldn't be writing today. My head is swimmy and pounding. So please excuse the disjointed use of language. It's like writing on a ship at sea. I'm not sure why I'm having headaches lately. The last time one came on I spent an entire day on the bathroom floor. I thought it was the flu.
The trouble with feeling this way is that I don't want to stop doing the things I have planned. Elliot and I are scheduled to work at the library, I need to buy groceries, I have an order to fill and a new art project to start. My house is spectacularly clean and organized and I want to enjoy it...because it never lasts.
Especially not as long as this scavenged find...
We've also had to put in a new floor in the dining room. Our new dog and cat made sure to help us achieve our dream of having a wood floor, since they forgot to take their bathroom needs outdoors.
Slowly, our home is returning to order and comfort.