It’s the weekend, but that doesn’t mean there’ll be any slacking off allowed. This week, it’s the living room. We started pulling up the shitty wall-to-wall carpeting that was covering very nice hardwood floors that look like they’re actually in really good shape (why the hell people cover stuff like that up is beyond me), but there’s a lot more to go. I’ve already framed out shelves and bookcases under, around, and over the picture window (which we installed, gee, I’m guessing it was about four or five years ago, but hadn’t gotten around to finishing), as well as little pony wall that connects to it to form an ‘L’ (with more shelves/bookcases), and I hope to at least get that part close to finished (well, built – not necessarily finished) by the time True Blood starts on Sunday.

Plus the grass needs to be cut, the dogs need to get to the park, Granny wants Windows 7 installed on her laptop, I really ought to install WordPress 3.0 – but that’s always a hassle – and I need to do my laundry and all that other weekend-type stuff. Hardly any time to drink beer (though I reckon I might manage to squeeze one or two in somewhere along the way). It’s gonna be 90 today, too, which doesn’t help, and there may be some thunderstorms, which will freak the dogs out (and they already hate it when we bang things around and make noise; they much prefer to hang out in the basement and watch TV).

We’ve got a deadline of Thanksgiving to get everything done. Well, “everything” will never be done, but in this case, it means finishing all the little odds and ends in the kitchen, doing the kitchen ceiling, totally gutting the half-bathroom (which is semi-gutted already), painting everything, and then putting down a new floor in the kitchen, bathroom, and hallway. Thanksgiving seems like a long way away, but we’re already almost at the summer solstice, and Turkey Day will be here before you know it.

So I guess I better get going. Or at least have another cup of coffee.