Was there until 4. Thanks to rush hour traffic and a stop at Popeye's for dinner, I didn't get home until 5:20.
Read volumes 1-6 of Lovely Complex and wished mightily I could go home and sleep.
We are coming to the end of a long road, though. House is 99.997% ready to hit the market. Monday the carpets will be steam-cleaned, and then blammo.
Remodeling guys were quick and good. The new flooring in the living room, dining room, and kitchen looks great. Place looks only a little tired with the new floors; if I were a prospective buyer I'd look at the place and think, "What, put in a dishwasher and we're good to go!" Kitchen could use new counters and cabinets. Fridge is relatively new and in good condition. It's a fixer-upper, but the fixing required isn't major and in most rooms basically amounts to redecorating. Heck, it's got a recent roof, a new HVAC system (with humidifier!), and new windows.
Remodeling the kitchen would be the expensive part--cabinets, appliances, plumbing. Otherwise, most of it is just painting and flooring.
Saw how simple it is to plumb for a fridge with an icemaker, too--i.e. "very"--and could probably do it in an afternoon with basic tools.
Cleaning folks mopped up the remodeling mess and made the place look pretty good. I'll do the windows while Stanley Steemer does the rugs. No problem. Probably will take the pressure washer over and get the dirt off the siding sometime in the next week or two.
Anyway, house is nearly done, and it'll hit the market within the week, which is good.
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Got home, had dinner, went to sleep. I think I slept for about 2.5 hours, but it was better than nothing. Awoke to mild panic attack, the kind I recall having in junior high school, when it would feel like I couldn't quite catch my breath. It comes and goes so I don't want to take a Xanax for it, but it's unsettling. Oh well. Bedtime in an hour or two; I'll take one then.
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Seems like Bosco is already used to getting his insulin shots. It's not rocket science and the needle is tiny. Anyway, we're seeing a lot more of him than we have been, he's peeing less, and generally speaking his overall demeanor appears to have improved considerably since I started giving him the insulin.
I don't know how much is real and how much is sheer anthropomorphization, but it almost seems to me as if he wants me to give him the shots, knowing that he needs it to live longer than a few months. But I can't deny that he does seem a lot healthier now than he has for a few months at least, and probably longer, and he doesn't run away from me when it's injection time; in fact he kind of hangs around when it's getting close to that time.
Well, he's a good kitty, no denying that, and always was.
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Today the weather was absolutely gorgeous. I would have liked to have done something besides sit in my truck and reread manga. *sigh* Oh well.
The motorcycles call to me. I want to get the dirt bike put back together; it's been in pieces for years. I'm actually contemplating taking the engine out and rebuilding it completely--replacing gaskets and substituting hex-head bolts for the stupid phillips screws--and in general neatening the thing up and making it look a little nicer. I also want to do something with my plan to make a new taillight bracket; once I have it made, I can get it powder-coated, probably for not too much money.
Get the thing back together and ride it, you know?
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Man, what a tiring day it was.