I'm wide awake--the kind of awake them means I could get a lot done if I wanted to, so I started the laundry.
I have to admit: I'm excited.
There is a bathtub sitting in my bathroom right now. I might actually relax every once in awhile now. Do you folks feel the same way I do about baths? Bubbles. A good book. Bliss.
Was it in The Screwtape Letters that C.S. Lewis commented on how angry it makes the devil to see humans enjoying a bath? I think it is...so. Take that, you big old meanie!
I am stunned by how much has been fixed in the last week. I don't want to bore you with a long list, but I will anyway:
Salt in the water softener
Toilet flushing correctly
New filter in the furnace
Shelf in closet for Nora's clothes
Car (Okay--that was 6 weeks ago, but...)
Cookies baked (I consider not having cookies around a sort of "brokenness")
Hibernation habitat constructed for stuffed animal ladybugs
Love is a hard worker. I thought I deserved broken stuff. Love keeps proving me wrong.