We have running water in the kitchen. This is really good news for my marriage. The plumber came this morning to connect our sink, garbage disposable, and dishwasher. That’s not our sink, it’s just a stock photo because nothing in this house is what I’d call photo ready.

Anyway, now that Dan won’t have to make his coffee or wash dishes in the combination laundry room/cat bathroom/human half bath, I’m hoping his mornings will be less painful and I will be less grumpy. The weather is forecast to be kind of cruddy today, though. If it triggers a second migraine in as many weeks, I will not be the kind of person anyone wants to be around.

Chad is still running, but he’s loud and Dan gets grumpy when he runs and as someone sensitive to sound, I get it. But also? We can’t just never run a vacuum for the rest of our lives. There are upsides to both of us living with chronic illness and there are downsides to both of us living with chronic illnesses. Right now I think the downsides are being amplified by this ginormous life change, our lack of disposable income, and our respective inabilities.

Yesterday, Mom helped me get my little studio—basically a corner of my bedroom—organized. But there’s still a fair bit of work to do before I can make Zentangle videos again. Coincidentally, a company that sent me metallic pens to review contacted me to check the status of my posting about their product. Out of curiosity, I went back to the beginning of the email thread to see when they first contacted me. It was January. JANUARY. If I had any idea it would take this long, I probably would have declined the opportunity. Or at the very least, said it might be the end of the year before I can get around to creating the content.


We’re getting close to being able to unpack and unfurl everything though, including my video equipment. Still on the list are things like the a final visit from the electrician and general contractor, and then a final inspection from the city or the country or whoever does that thing. I’m not certain who it is, and if I look it up, I will probably forget I was in the middle of writing a blog post.

Generally speaking, this little basement apartment is nicer that anything I’ve lived in. Or at least it will be when everything’s done. I realize that anything I have to complain about is temporary, and that’s what gets me through. I’m not sure Dan feels that way yet, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

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