View From the Bushes

The floor is all but done. The outside door needs to be undercut before the final ~6 square feet which comprise the entry can be taken care of, but the rest of it is done. As I look at it, it's pretty nice, neat even, but when I counter-balance that with how much we spent, I'm not sure it's that neat. In addition to finally getting the floor finished on Saturday, I was also blessed with the priviledge to help move one of my wife's relatives. My back is still recovering from moving the washer up the stairs. I guess the connection between the two is that given how horrible moving is, and the fact that we just got a new floor, it will probably be awhile before we move again.

Of course no weekend would be complete without some sick kids; this time it was three out of four. That may be a new record. There were lots of symptoms to this particular illness (including vomiting) but mostly it seemed to be characterized by a high fever which responded well to medicine. I'm guessing some kind of flu, though you can never be sure. I also apparently lost all chance of an inheritance over the weekend as well, though I'm told there isn't much there anyway.

Mostly I went on another huge work bing. Maybe someday I'll be able to tell you about it. Oh, and Michael Jackson is innocent.

Abject Panic
Ross