No, no, not actually burning down the house. That’s just another song I’ve got stuck in my head. This is what my driveway has looked like for the past two weeks. The plumbing has been fixed since then, so that crisis has passed. The giant pipe you see sticking up will be a ground level cleanout for the drain-pipes. There will be a lovely metal box instead of a giant pipe. I’m hoping sooner rather than later. All the remaining concrete will also soon by gone. In it’s place will be a classy compacted gravel driveway. I’m hoping to save up my pennies and put an actual driveway back on by next summer, but anything will be better than parking on half dirt next to the giant dumpster blocking my view. So much drama for the summer. I’m spent. I’d hope for a restful weekend, but odds are there will be concrete tear-out and compacting going on, so the cat will probably hide under the bed and I’ll have to go elsewhere for peace and quiet. On the bright side, maybe I’ll be able to park in my garage by monday.
Can’t say much about work, still lots of confidential stuff, but the hours and intensity seem exhausting some weeks. SWE and YEN are ramping up and down, I’m just trying to decide whether adding an orchestra into the mix would help my sanity or erode it further. To quote a wise television character: Sleep! That’s where I’m a viking. Gotta rest sometime.
