…as the actress said to the bishop.
Well, our furniture and most of our stuff is back in the apartment. Have we been able to do anything with it?
Nooooooooo because the place is still not habitable (minor construction yet to be done, drywalling, electricity etc., no fridge and most importantly, no working toilets or indeed water from the faucets). So as I write this, we’re still stuck in the Fleabagge Inn, now living out of suitcases and moving boxes (because we packed them, expecting to have moved by now). Oh, and our “temporary housing” allowance from the insurance company has ended, so it’s all been out of pocket since just before the beginning of the month.
All this, plus the theft of the guns and the resulting cancellation of the Boomershoot trip has given me an attack of the gloomies.
The only good thing that’s happened to us is that thanks to the generosity of her family, New Wife is heading back to Seffrica early next month to visit with friends and family, and most especially, to meet the brand-new granddaughter. I, however, will be staying behind (because a. I can’t afford to go and b. I really don’t feel a desire to go back there). But we will be apart, the first time since we got married, and for two weeks withal.
Please bear with me as I pull the covers over my head and growl miserably.