We Finally Moved

Newsletter 2022-02-04

It’s done. Mostly.

Eleven months into our “three month” home renovation, Lola and I finally got the greenlight to move into our new master bedroom suite in the space that used to be the attic. How are we feeling? Euphoric, if by “euphoric” you mean “exhausted and irritable.” But we haven’t murdered each other yet, and that has to count for something. You can judge the success or failure of any home renovation by the body count.

Our new bathroom is too pretty to be a murder scene. I hope.

I was at home when the contractor made the final sprint. There are still several odds and ends that need to be finished up, but the workers got things to the point where an inspector certified the room fit for human habitation, and that’s good enough for me. I now have a space where a government functionary said I probably won’t die, at least not for room-related reasons. The stairs are another story.

As I described in a previous email, I don’t have a single friend close enough to help me move a couch. Lu…