...is somewhat at odds with the reality of what I'd actually did with a week off work. I would have thought I'd get SO much accomplished. I suppose I did, though, because I got a lot of rest-- a commodity which has been in short supply of late.
I took Thursday, Friday and Monday off the previous week, and then the whole of the region was encrusted in ice on Tuesday morning, so I didn't return to work as planned. Then the air proceeded to not get above freezing for the next 4 days and my street remained glazed in ice until Friday night. As I've posted here, I've done a lot of cooking. My stove's grode factor was getting past the oogy mark, so I de-groded it and it's nice to look at again-- at least on the outside. Most of the dishes are done.
I did a little laundry, and a teeny little bit of cleaning. Mostly I made plans for what's to be done to the house. There was generally a cool breeze about the ankles throughout the house throughout the week, nothing insulating below. Brrr. Wednesday morning I noticed a little puff of a snow drift on the floor. Nice. I laid towels along the edge of the baseboards and vowed to do the expanding foam treatment there that's been so effective in the bedroom. That, and the siding needs to be addressed. There's SO much to do, and it's impossible to work on these things when it's cold, isn't it? So you just stay inside, bundled up with the pups and plan for a fit of industry when the mercury will allow it.
Much repair remains to be done, but much to be thankful for. This is a cute, if flawed, house, and I'm thankful to have it. I'm thankful the pipes didn't burst despite the kitchen sink line freezing the first morning (to be quickly thawed later in the day, thanks to good advice from friends). Repairs and renovation will move apace, however slow that pace may be, but I'll move forward and things will get done, by and by.
For today, it's back to work, and then on to school this evening.