It's difficult to believe things could get more chaotic around here than they've been for the last few months, but this week we've managed to make it so. We've been having some major dry rot and termite repair work done to the front of the studio house, and the bamming and slamming and hideous noises of hammers, saws and power tools has been driving us, and the cats, bonkers. The smell of fresh paint and various other noxious sealing and anti-vermin potions has only added to our despair. Fortunately, the work will be finished by this evening, and, after cleaning up tomorrow morning, things should return to normal. The street view of the house will be freshly painted and far more presentable to the world (and the Neighborhood Association), even though the backside of the house will still look like a tenement. We'll take care of that later - no one can see it anyway, since it's far up the hill from the houses down below on the next street. The best thing about all of this confusion has been having a couple of shirtless, hunky guys running around the place all day...
