As you can see from the photo above of the room traditionally called my office (I need to come up with a better name), the crew knocked it out pretty quickly and well. What remains to be done: the baseboard, the grout which goes between the tiles and creates a mocha-colors spacing over the generic white (glue) and the tiling in the closet. I quickly moved my operations to this room so we could both work together: I can do my day job and the contractors work on the other rooms in the house.
Now the living room is spectacular as this will be what the majority of you will be seeing whenever I have you over in the future! It’s not as far along as my office. Spacers remain east side.
Meanwhile, Jennifer is tired of hotel living. I’m more mixed. The room and building are giving me flashbacks of my Marquette days in Tower and Mashed Hall. Both dorms were converted hotels the university bought to solve its housing issues, probably in the Sixties when enrollments were up and higher education was affordable. It would’ve been cool to have a kitchenette and it would’ve been disgusting at the same time. I was a young know-it-all and pretty likely to be the one responsible for all the dirty dishes piling up in the sink. The place fuels my stress eating. Hey, I’m going to enjoy this big-ass of crunchy Cheetos I scored at Costco while I watch the “new” fifth season of Rick and Morty! Nothing like an ice cream bar before bed! To accelerate my backsliding, my gym attendance streak ended because I had to be at the house at 7 AM to let the crew in. My mistake. I was here at 7 AM as per the NIST using the wavelength of Cesium. Had they told me 7 AM Austin Time, I could’ve slept in later.