I’m trying to do my business on the throne in the small office (the one that has the shower), and it’s taking longer than it should because I’m also holding my kitten, Umbra.
She climbed up on me and I started to hold her without thinking about it, and now I have a kitten snuggled up on me in my left hand and my phone in the right.
I blog in the bathroom since I gave up Twitter and Facebook. I’ve traded compulsive, addicted reading and collecting FOMO points for awkward blogging.
I’ve been renovating my kitchen for a year now. Hanging the cabinets came to a screaming, sobbing halt in July because a belt sander caught the heel of my left hand and chewed a hunk of skin off.
(The doctor in the ER was a complete assface. I had to go to urgent care a week later to get proper treatment.)
I had the belt sander accident because I was tired, rushing, and not wearing gloves.
I went into surgery to relieve the carpal tunnel in my right hand a couple days later. I hid the torn heel under a bandage.
I finally went back to the kitchen last night, after a half-dozen fits and starts and mis-drilled hole, and got two more cabinets (of 14) up on the wall.
I enjoy using power tools immensely. More than that, I’m excited to be moving forward again.
I really miss having counters.
There’s a picture of the cabinets here because I got up to get potato salad.