The year ends in a month and though the year trembled with all this activity, it seems like nothing has been accomplished. Oh yes, there have been met goals, but the main project, the Condo, is far from completed.
Last night, the newly, partially installed wall bed (Murphy Bed) finally gave up the ghost and buckled under my grandoise body. We are back on the floor . . . practically. I was fit to be tied. Sorry about the cliche.
It does nothing for the morale, let me tell you.
Dwane tried to soothe my feathers, but I would not have it. I had to take a walk. That was around 1 A.M. I finally had to opt for the couch if I was going to get any shut-eye. I managed to work in one hour of sleep before coming wide awake again at 3 A.M. It's going to be a jungle of a day. Yikes, another cliche.