Mrs. Neill quit cooking.  “I’m uninspired”, she said.  “I hate this kitchen.  We need a new kitchen.”  Never mind that people generally ooooo and ahhh when they see our kitchen, a man’s gotta eat.

So…for the last 2 weeks I’ve been (re)moving walls, flooring, pipes, gas, and electricity.  Meanwhile I am living in filth and eating less than ever.  That woman will have her kitchen if it kills me.  Yesterday I worked like 8 hours!  EIGHT!  That’s the longest I’ve worked since 1994, and dang am I tired.  How DO you people work those kind of hours?