In just a few short hours I will be at the brink of four days off. Well, actually, it'll most likely be a few long and boring hours, but I'm trying to be more positive. And, as my friend-like-a-brother John consistently points out to me, "You work nights, hun. It's nights off." Okay, John, okay. Four nights off. Anyhoo, I have nowhere to be but home until Wednesday night. Ahhhh.... Even though this happens every other week, I still feel like a little kid on the last day of school. Antsy. Full of plans. Ready to run out into the parking lot at the stroke of 7 a.m. and yell "Wahoo!" (Quick, name the movie which contains the line "When was the last time you said Wahoo?")
I have just a couple of teeny things that I could work on in the next four days. (Or nights.) I could paint the trim in the dining room, or put more of the wallpaper up in there, or tear out some swaths of pee-pee carpet, or paint the trim in the second parlor, or paint the second parlor. Or, if the weather's decent, I could go to the flea market in search of an armchair for the second parlor. With a phone call, I can find out if the antique mall still has that cool console tv box that I wish I'd bought before the big snowstorm hit and prevented me from going back to buy it. If it's still there, almost a month later, then I am meant to have it. That baby's comin home with me this weekend...unless someone else already scooped it up.
Expect progress—and photos—over the next few days. Wahoo!