Anxious

These house projects are doing a job on my nerves. Intellectually, and in reality, everything is fine. Emotionally, I'm a wreck. Having contractors arrive early in the morning to spend the entire day, leaving at or after sunset, really cramps one's style. Worrying about weather, listening to demolition, hearing ear-splitting drilling through concrete for what seems like hours on end. Ugh! Not to mention the stress of watching the value of the dollar fluctuate as we move serious sums of money from the US to France to pay for things. In addition to this work, we also pay our taxes this time of year, and we buy heating oil, too. It all adds up.

Where's that peaceful easy feeling?

I spent a good deal of time with the plumbing contractor yesterday discussing the details of how I wanted things to look in the end, all in French, of course (I learned about PER, polyethylene reticulated pipe. Say that three times, fast, in French). I think we're all in agreement now. Then I found out that I ordered the wrong color tile for the shower, after it arrived. I gave the tile guy the right name for the color, but got one of the letters in the product code wrong. Unfortunately, he went with the code instead of the name. Fortunately, we noticed my error before the boxes were opened, so he should have no problems exchanging them. I felt like a dunce.

Callie has a grooming appointment this morning and I have my normal six-month doctor visit on Friday (just routine to renew prescriptions). Then there's this US election thing... Deep breaths. Deep breaths.