I've been swamped at work, and feeling like crap. That about sums it all up. My Dr says I'm anemic. And how. Oh so that's the "splanation" I got for why it feels like I've got a 5000lb cart strapped to my waist that I'm dragging behind me. Up and down stairs and all around the world. I see.
Anyway... I've been trying to move along with our little beach house, but it's been a slow go. Each room is still in some sort of "before" or "during" phase. You all will just have to deal with it, because I am. (can you tell I'm in a mood?)