My life is consumed by a rehab we’re working–running numbers, washing, painting, shopping, pulling carpet, calling contractors–while juggling office work.
None of my house projects are moving forward–not the coloring on the walls, not bread-baking, not potholder sewing.
I also had to put my cat down yesterday. She was seventeen. I’ve lived more of my life with her than without her, so that’s emotionally consuming.
And now I must consider eating and heading outside to clean up the landscaping.