The house is a mess.

The sink has arrived. The faucet is here. The tile is on hold, ready for pick up. The cabinets (we think) are here in a week. The contractor *might* show up on Wednesday, so we had to pull everything out of all the kitchen cabinets to get ready to have him tear them out. It's a mess. Not a fine mess. A fucking mess.

I am soothing myself by blasting Beanie Segal singing, "Rock the Mic." I tried to You Tube it up for everyone, but Beanie's record label seems to have a problem with sharing.

But on a happier note, this is the end:



Goodbye, George.