Tick Tick Tick

winding down.
the clock, that is, not me. i'm about as not wound-down as someone can be without caffeine for blood. so much to do, so little time. i can't even wonkafy it, because truth be told, it's not even funny to me anymore.

i don't exactly want to cry.

i just really really really want to get in gear, tell work to get bent, and spend the rest of this week and next finishing the house and moving in and feeling like life at home is life at home, and not something happening in a mildly disarrayed construction zone.

we got the toilet into the w.c. last night.
and the first coat of paint on the bedroom walls
and the doors down (for stripping and refinishing) on the first floor

i don't have room to list everything we have left to do.

and at least two of the 'left to do' items fall into the category of 'shopping' which might not be so bad if it weren't for:
- - the fact that it's mid-December and there are lunatics out there that don't have their shopping done
- - the fact that in order to have my shopping done, and as much of the stuff in for the house as we already do have, i'm flat out broke

we ABSOLUTELY must finish the flooring this weekend.