Never get caught up here

,      I just found I never posted what I had written in early December 2017, so it's up now and I still like the little black car but will be glad when it's sitting under a cover and I'm running bikes again.  It's a 'warm weather' thing, and today we have had rains, cold winds and more rain.
     But I am finally back in the downstairs, only 'real' bedroom this old house has, and I like the pale pistachio color I am painting the walls and the hedgerow olive I'm doing the trim and shelves in works great for accent.  The gap from the old brick chimney is this week end's project, and it's closed up, the new power outlet for my office corner is in and wired and working, and I will be working on that plaster work in this corner for a while.  Every day, another coat to build out and fill in, and sand as needed, but I have slowed down the drafts from the huge gap I started with this morning and I've lived with that all winter.
     Larry Lung invited me over for movies and cuddling but I decided home, a shower and quiet night in my own space works better for my old and hurting body.  He's living in the home he's lived in for years, and is retired, I'm still living in a renovation project, still working and still don't have enough time to get everything done on that 'to do' list I keep trying to get done.  But the shelves are up in the bedroom, so all that stuff I packed away to redo and repair this room can start going on the shelves this weekend, the 'dirty work' is done, at least in this space.
     Work was crazy all week for me, trying to train on a new job, took weeks to even get the task/job duties paper signed and then I'm still boxing stomachs,flushing stomachs, inverting stomachs, boxing bungs, trading people out to get vacations scheduled, boxing bungs, and finished the week with being 'given' to the front end and washing pig mouths for the day.  It all pays, it's work and it pays my bills, and it will calm down, at least somewhat.
     Politics and the president seem to be a daily disaster, and it looks like a rolling disaster that is bent on doing all the damage he can, while he can, with the GOP aiding and abetting the crimes.  Oh, it will be something most of us will survive but I'm not sure how long it will take to repair the damage, to our country's reputation, to our economy, jobs, and to the planet.
     But, for this evening, the house is warm and dry, and there's plenty of food, the music playing is my choice, the peace and balance in my life is from my choices and my hard work, and tomorrow will see the laundry done, the wall corner get a bit more plaster added, the toys and treasures coming out of the plastic totes and those moved out of my way.  The sewing studio will get some attention, stuff moved back into that storage area I keep hoping to turn into the upstairs bathroom, and maybe even some sewing done.