I’m taking a rare day off today, not to recreate and have a good time (heaven forbid), but to attempt to recover from my weekend labor, and perhaps accomplish a few more things before abandoning the world of manual labor and returning to sitting on my ass in front of a computer for a few days.

Things aren’t even close to finished, of course (it would go a lot faster if I knew what I was doing, but I’ve never let that stop me before – it’s how I’ve gotten every job I’ve ever had. They ask if I can do something, I say “sure, no problem,” and then I have to try and figure out how the hell to do it), but it’s starting to look like a kitchen again, at least.

Well, depending on which direction you look, I guess. We’re a bit disheveled and nonplussed – especially the dogs, who aren’t happy with the noise and the change in routine (the cats, of course, remain unconcerned).

I get a bit irritated and frustrated, myself. But I try to do what I can, and remember the words of Neil Young:

“A little love and affection in everything you do, will make the world a better place – either with or without you.”

Like grandpa, I won’t retire – but I might retread.