The painter is missing

The painter never showed up today.  And he never called.

I know he will be back tomorrow . . . I think he will be back tomorrow . . . I have no reason to believe he will not be back tomorrow.  (Will he be back tomorrow?)

I will be relieved when the painting is finished.  My room has one unpainted wall and then the Boy Cave is the final task.  And it’s a pretty big task.

I have spent so much time in that room removing items, cleaning, moving things.  Paint, carpet and then we’re ready to put the house on the market.  I think.

In keeping with my insidious plan to drive myself crazy, I have scheduled another appointment for myself tomorrow morning at 10:30 a.m.  I wish I’d stop making Monday appointments.  The precious hours between 9 a.m. and 4 p.m. on Mondays are my only “free time” anymore . . . and I keep squandering them on grown-up things like eye appointments and dental appointments.  It’s maddening, really.

And now, it’s almost 2 a.m. and the eye doctor is going to scold me for having bloodshot eyes but it’s NOT MY FAULT.

2 thoughts on “The painter is missing

  1. You can do it.. I’m amazed by your energy and getting things done. I thought an early morning Tuesday appointment I made is bad.. well.. guess it is but I will make it through..


  2. i’m loving it that you called it the boy cave.

    yes, i agree with martha. you can do it. you, out of most people i know, can get things done.

    and how horrible about someone like that showing up without calling. ack.

    can’t wait till you live in my state!


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