Sick

No, not sick in a good way. Sick as in M's been sounding like Brenda Vacarro, and has been really under the weather. And of course, that mean's I've got some sort of bug, too. So far it's manifesting only in my sinuses (a 1/2 box of kleenex in 3 hours? Really?)

What it all means is that it's been 5 days since I've even been to the house, and M's been there, but not to work at all.

Hopefully next week will be better . . .

My front door

I never thought I'd be so pleased about a front door. Here she is, delivered last week and installed by an injured M* and her mom last week.

Front door, with shingled dormer

NO, these baby-poop-like colors are NOT the final colors. They're just the somewhat coordinated colors the materals come in.

We also got my office door,  and the back laundry room door. We hope the slider and garden window should be delivered this week.

Meanwhile a-somewhat-less-injured M* continues to put up the lower siding. It's slow going when you're a one-person show, and even slower with a hurt thumb.

*a week ago Sunday, there was a mishap on the roof with a large level that slid and collided with M's thumb. Poor thing was not only cut but smashed. She should've had stitches, but didn't. It's healing, but very slowly.

Automatic . . .

It still needs some hardware for dress (kind of like jewelry) but the new garage door is here and installed. And the motor purrs--so quiet. YAY!

Tomorrow's a big day--Door delivery. Well, most of them. I love having stuff delivered!