The contractor got (or will get) the reno’s done a bit early, so we’re able to move on Thursday instead of next weekend. Which is awesome, because I’ll actually be home for it. It was truly one of the most frustrating evenings of my life a few weeks back, when we were driving from Columbus to Cincinnati (post-gig) and my very pregnant wife was beside herself trying to get everything done in time for the movers to come in the morning. Talk about your helpless feelings. Even though we took steps to ensure the move-in would not be a repeat of that debacle, it’s still much, much better that I’m going to be home for it.
Except, of course, that this now means I’m going to have to do, you know, the work.
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