I am the silver ball in the pinball machine, getting bounced around from crisis to crisis by the paddles of Things Beyond My Control, so it's shuck-and-jive time to rearrange things on the fly. Move this here, that there, and keep on moving until the next paddle hits. There was a time when this would have made me into a wreck, but now I seem to have found some Zen center or something. I have a plan and a timeframe, but neither is set in stone. Of course, this will change, and I will be tossed like so many rainbow cookies onto a frathouse lawn before all too long, never fear.
This week is somewhat neutral in work on the Big Broken Box™. After my exuberance with doorway spending this weekend, money is tight, so I will have to be working with what I have on-hand with a few minor exceptions. That's not at all unreasonable, as I still have a buttload of cleaning to do (I still haven't cleaned the living or dining rooms post-facade) and I can easily prep the concrete work for pouring should I make it that far in the process. I could even lay out the runs for the electrical stuff and drill any holes needed, though outside work doesn't thrill me a whole lot this week between really hot temperatures and rain.
Ah, well. Perhaps I will survive.