I think I did as much as I could to dehydrate myself this weekend. I went to the gym and hydrated myself with coffee, then spent eight hours in a small hot room with a dust mask on, tearing down the walls. Then I hydrated with beer. The next day I went back in the room but knocked off early to go to a barbecue and hydrate with even more beer. Sheesh. I wasn’t quite on my game today, and even at the gym I sandbagged it. IT’s just as well.<\/p>\n
I’m glad that I pay professionals to fix my house. I was afraid the laundry room would be a horrible mess. It needed some plumbing and electrical work before it could be insulated, and no insulation means no insulation for my mom’s new bathroom, delaying work there. The laundry room is a tiny add-on (probably a walled in porch) and it’s always hotter than hell in the summer and colder than hell (I see the paradox already) in the wintertime. I think it was the only room that didn’t have the rafters insulated recently. When I got home, most of the electrical and plumbing was redone in the room and we’re only a couple days behind. Even better, the laundry room might be usable by the end of the week.<\/p>\n
Woo, it’s later than I thought. Time to catch up on some sleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I think I did as much as I could to dehydrate myself this weekend. I went to the gym and hydrated myself with coffee, then spent eight hours in a small hot room with a dust mask on, tearing down the walls. Then I hydrated with beer. The next day I went back in the room but knocked off early to go to a barbecue and hydrate with even more beer. Sheesh. I wasn’t quite on my game today, and even at the gym I sandbagged it. IT’s just as well. I’m glad that I pay professionals to fix my house. I was afraid the laundry room would be a … Continue reading The problem with sobering up.<\/span>