And then there were jackhammers

If you come over this weekend, pardon the dust.

Tomorrow, there will be jackhammers. In my basement. I hope I survive.

Meanwhile, today, we are emptying the laundry room and are consolidating all of the many contents of my office (three file cabinets of music plus four file boxes of dissertation articles plus a couple hundred books and endless amounts of random crap), removing baseboards, encountering spiders at every turn, moving large appliances with our bare hands (No, you should not mess with me in a dark alley. Especially when I’m wielding a crowbar. It was for the baseboards I swear!), discovering a large piece of very disgusting and largely petrified mustard yellow shag carpet glued — nay, melded — to the floor underneath the dryer, dismantling drains full of grey cat fur (no surprise there), finding more mildew than we’d hoped and less water than we expected. In short, it’s been a very busy day. I am looking forward to a dinner of food cooked by someone else and tomorrow, I hope, a dry basement at last. I am, however, sad that Mr. Happy Crack was not able to help us with this particular problem. Someday, Mr Happy Crack, we may meet at last. And when the time comes, bring your thong.