Glass in the sink

how many fucking cuts do I have now that this goddamn shower door has exploded. Thank fully only a few. Thousand. But 997 of them were under a mm in diameter.

My blood adorns the glass fragments

So today, the House gets a well earned point. Kelly and I replanted the front yard, but we had originally wanted to finish mudding a new bit of dry walling done late last night. Perhaps drinking that bottle of wine after the drywalling (uh… around 2 am) was a poor choice.

At any rate, we got a few things done, and although much of it happened through the haze of a hangover and the shock of being sprayed by glass during my shower, I’m happy with the results. I made an executive decision to bail on post dinner work. Tomorrow should a fresh-ish start. Hopefully one that doesn’t include water, glass and blood in any permutation.

Until then – or until I get this blog posted live,

-w