Heck of a week
So, the guys who are going to rip out my 1964 vintage kitchen were here this morning and some of it is gone, leaving gaping scars on the wall-board.
Maybe it will be OK. I have been all over NOVA trying to figure out how this mass of stuff gets resolved- but I am confident that with the upgrade to the little condo, the path will become clear. With two days of off-site deliberations, I can see a road ahead. Not that it doesn’t have potholes…
Oh, yeah, here is the postcard from this week in the swamp…
