Working on things.

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With constructikn ongoing, I have been crashing more than usual.  The sounds, and having people hereabouts, causes massive stress.  And that flattens me.  Even so, I try to get to things as and when I can.

Mom is pushing, herself.  Twisted her knee this afternoon.  Badly.  Can still move, but even more slowly and with more pain.  Which makes her, sometimes, obscenely pushy.  I won't bark.  I understand fully.  Confussion from pain, the seeming control barking orders seems to offer, and forgetting you had just given the same list(s) due to pain memory loss... I get that.  But me already being stressed?  I can't take it.  So I just melt back upstairs, and rest or sleep as possible.

I am working on staying warmer.  Blankets completely reset every attempt at sleep, or resting.  A cap, trying various sorts.  Socks, as long as I can.  They can get too warm.  Hand warmers (chemical/disposable) and water bottles are next on the list.  Better, but... more warmth is needed yet.

At least, after a bit downstairs, I usually warm up.  Mostly.

The bath is... on the way?  I received a call saying everything... was almost here?  Clear as mud.  The installer will be in touch.  Soon?  As I said, clear as mud.  Hoping they didn't oversell, then offer a seconds or used device?  Always fearful.  I'll back out if I am suspicious.  They had best be legite.

The siding is nearly all up, save the upper portion on the back of the house.  The have opened an outlet that had been covered with the last siding project, outside.  A very nice feature.  I will need to get waterproof boxes for the new and old one, new lights, and new house numbers... but that is all good, needed anyway.  I really like the look and feel.  Mother does too.  Of course, she always wants more, this, that.  We had a bit of a fluff earlier.

They aren't painting the trim they aren't adding.  She complained about that.  Stop.  It's a hundred fifty year old house.  We were looking at what WAS done, not what could be done, or else.  I got a bit edgy.  Initially suggesting that could be a spring project.  Then, just saying no, suck it up.  Gonna happen.  But, yes.  Very nice.

Twelve new windows soon.  The walk-in bath before even that?  Then... for a while?  Quiet, if continuing slower final efforts.  Setting up the spare bedroom as both a spare bedroom, but also a sewing room?   Final sorting and clearing of boxes down there.  If hitting my room up here, to the nubs, after construction is completed.  

Pulling wall trim wood, painting most of the rooms down there with the sprayer.  New carpet.  New doors.  New furnace and central air.  Cement driveway.  The kitchen flooring put in (already bought), and paneling for then into the kitchen?  Or so.  Over the next year or two.

Ugh.  Half, or more, by expense, done.  A third by time and/or project numbers?  Something like it.  She is much prettier, and getting better daily.  I am sure the neighbors are... happier.

On down.  To warm, first.  Maybe to get something to eat while having **warm** coffee.  Cheese and coldcuts?  So.mething easy and carnivore.  Bouled eggs?

Gaming to get the bean back in the game.  Then a few boxes, here and there, checked.  Some or all to the basement... or set to go to storage.  Then more boxes placed for review... for later tonight or tomorrow.  Hoping to do three sessions of boxes tonight and be set for a fourth when I wake or wake more fully next.  Two?  Then two such sessions tomorrow evening and night?  One can hope.

On to it.  Later.