Losing a window, losing my mind (Week 1)

Today’s post is short- ’cause so’s my patience. You see, we’re living in, on, and directly underneath a demolition zone. A cutting board across a washing machine is my Barbie Dream House of a kitchen, complete with the whole thing where we step over tools and cat supplies. (Oh, and that’s where the hose is hooked up, too, to continue draining the basement boiler. That last part is especially new. But no less fun!) I combed construction dust out of {Read More}