Drip? That would be me. Drab? That would be the weather. But I don't mind about the weather, because it is finally acting like winter. It might even be cold two days in a row. Which, honestly, is quite enough winter for me, thankyouverymuch.
We were thisclose to getting the bathroom finished, when my sister had a run-in with a scraper while trying to remove some tile in her kitchen. Fortunately, she wasn't seriously injured, but unfortunately I don't know when she'll be up to doing any more tile work. Sigh. So close. So, so close. So close I can taste it, and let me tell you, for a bathroom it doesn't taste half bad.
I've been having lots of dreams. A while back, I dreamt we had a pet iguana named Godzilla. And I suddenly remembered I hadn't fed him in three days, and went looking for him, and found him under a chair but when I reached down to get him, he bit me on the arm. Only he hung on, like one of those little green anoles, and I spent the rest of the dream with this big iguana hanging off my arm. Which is just my brain's way of warning me that I'm letting too many of my domestic responsibilities slip, and it's going to come back and bite me.
Which is why I spent last weekend cleaning the house. Not that you can tell. But the dust is somewhat under control now, and there is less stuff piled in random corners, and I bought a cute frog lamp for the living room so it's not quite so cave like. Well, I guess it's still cave like, but now it's like a cave with a cute frog lamp in it.
Normally I would find some clever way to exit this post gracefully, but I got nuthin'.