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?