It's been a difficult week. There have been setbacks with the floor restoration; all the wood's been ripped out, but it hasn't been restored due to an unresolved moisture problem. Likewise, we've had problems with the drain/gutter arrangements; but I've finally gotten almost everything lined up to have the matters sorted out early next week. If we're lucky, everything will be back to normal by maybe, I don't know. Next Wednesday or Thursday.

For now, it's rather chaotic around here. Most of the den's furniture has been relocated to the rest of the house, so we're climbing over chairs and ottomans and end tables and books and rolled up rugs and displaced dining room stuff because that's where some of the den stuff went, etc. etc. etc. ... and the days are full of appointments, phone calls, and power tools a'buzzing. The evenings feature industrial fans running at full tilt, and full volume. It's unsettling. Everything out of place, and everything noisy as hell, 24/7.

Meanwhile, I'm on a deadline. Or two. Believe it or not, I've cranked out over 5000 words since Monday on [project I'm not supposed to talk about] and I hope to wrap up a draft tomorrow, depending.

Anyway. That's why things are quiet over here. Just thought I'd come up for air and say so.