It's Raining, It's Pouring, The Old Man is Snoring...

Dear sweet Gods I am TIRED.
TIRED!
Exhausted even!

The walls are all stripped of any and all border that may have been on them. Every square inch that is being painted has been scrubbed with a solution of TCP, and then clear water. The baseboards have all been removed and labelled.

The furniture has all been pushed to the centre of the living/dining room. The hall accent pieces, stashed in the spare room.

I'm EXHAUSTED! I started at 9am, it's now 4:30pm. NEED NAP! But, no... I'm obligated to go to Mama and Papa's for the weekly "look, I haven't killed your son" dinner.

It's gonna be a short visit. In at 5, eat at 6, bed by 7:30. Oh yeah, baby. Oh yeah.

And, lastly: Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. Want some Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. Gimme some Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.