A four line poem about: strange behaviour.
Allow me to share a song with you. It has been playing on repeat in my head since around 3:30 this afternoon: We have floors, we have floors, we even haa-ave two doors!
Ahem. So yeah, the floors are finished. The bathroom and one bedroom door are up. Tomorrow we'll get the last door up and as much of the baseboards done as time allows. Also: we really need to get a lot of those construction materials and tools out of the cabin so we actually have room to move in.
One week until Christmas! It appears I won't be doing a countdown like I have the last two years, just not enough time or energy to focus on it. I'll have to do something extra special next year.
The celebration has begun,
As though a championship has been won!
Is that the cause of all this fun?No, it's just because the flooring is done.