Reno Hell

So, I'm back...After a 3 month bout of craziness due to a kitchen renovation gone bad, I am finally able to sit down and complete a thought. What a time it's been - I haven't had a chance to clothes shop; the books aren't balanced; the novel isn't any further along than it was in January; the truck needs an oil change; the cats are overdue for their annual checkups; tax returns aren't close to being done; there is little food in the house requiring yet ANOTHER trip to the grocers; the garden is yet to be planted; I have run out of the fancy soaps I so love; the pile of dirty laundry is so mountainous I need a step stool to reach the top of it; I have no inkling where the keys to my house are and the algae and other marine growth on the boat's hull is as thick as Santa's beard. I have lost my new fishing reel and two pairs of eyeglasses and Hercules the cat has developed a severe nervous condition as a result of being forced to live with hammers banging, me yelling swear words in endless repetition, demolition noise, copious quantities of dust, me yelling swear words in endless repetition, plumbing disasters, paint and other noxious fumes and did I mention me yelling swear words in endless repetition? Is the renovation finished? No. Not yet. But, the refrigerator has been moved from the Living Room into it's rightful place in the kitchen, there is running water which is properly contained in the sink and drain as it is supposed to be (as opposed to spewing from the pipes) and for now that's good enough for me.