Since I got here Wednesday evening, does that make it Day 4? I never thought so, but I think for accounting purposes it is… At any rate, I was so wound up last night about all the stuff I had to do today, I could barely sleep all night. So then this morning when I staggered out of bed I decided, on a whim, to take a moment to step out on the lanai, and:

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So that was nice. And now, this evening, thanks to the help of the two painter guys (Joaquin and his son, Alex), I can sit at my desk/vanity, on my pouf, like a normal person, my poor, beleaguered tush at least 20 inches away from the concrete floor. However, although I now have a mattress (forgot about that in the Twitter’d list, but there wasn’t room for it anyway, that’s how busy I am), there’s no bed, and I’m not done painting in here, so I’ll have to sleep on a comforter, on the plastic cover it was delivered in, on the mattress, on the concrete floor. Alas. Despite the tush on the pouf, it’s still a construction zone.