*Lyrics from Fitz & The Tantrums’ song Winds of Change from their album Pickin’ Up the Pieces.

Ok, I’ll fess up. I’ve been slacking on the blog lately. I blame the dentist. Or rather my wimpy constitution. (Turns out minor tooth pain is all-consuming, even when it’s planned.) And I blame my epic lack of emotional fortitude. Watching that bathroom come together inch by inch really damaged my psyche. And made me want nothing to do with finishing it. But I have to. It’s my job (the hubs is busy like the dickens, and has NO time to fiddle around with joint compound, grout sealer, or primer and paint).

However, I did manage to scrape together a bit of help from the husband (in exchange for helping him on Sunday with a photo-shoot for his work) and get the guest room turned back into a guest room. We no longer have a dust-coated, construction-debris-filled, smoke-detector-setting-off, filthy, bad-chi-creating work room. We have a guest room. With a bed, a rug and a chair. And that’s about it. For now.

And that means that I have my office back! A dust-coated, household-debris-filled, filthy, bad-chi-creating office. It needs help. But, hey, at least one room up here is on the way back to its friendly, welcoming state. Winter was long this year, in every sense, and it has taken its emotional toll. For someone who is as sensitive, emotional and easily defeated as I am, I’m actually surprised so much has gotten done, considering.

So, some pictures, some evidence that things are changing around here. I hope it’s as satisfying to see as it is for me. Even though I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep. Enjoy!