We were booted out of our house today.
Me, Editor/Husband, and all three cats.
Workmen are in there doing workingmen things. Things that must be done without the interference of humans or cats.
It has taken us the better part of a week to prepare the house for this upheaval.
And, today, I am tired, stressed, and, at least for now, homeless.
(I am promised that our home will be opened back up to us by dinnertime. Yes, dinnertime. So, sure, I’m being a little melodramatic here. But, I’m also so tired my eyes hurt. And, cranky. And, I’m sitting here in my studio with the volume on my phone turned all the way up so I don’t miss the text that says I can come home.)
As the workmen do their workingmen things, and the cats are boarding at the vets thinking cat thoughts about how much they hate us now for taking them away from home this morning, I am looking through the photos I’ve taken over the past year.
There’s a lot of waiting going on.
Charlottesville Tom Sox, June 2017 © The Baseball Bloggess
