We’ve been treading water (trying not to drown) in a kitchen reno for the last few weeks and still have at least one more week to go. I know many of you have gone through the same ordeal and can readily relate to the inconvenience, noise, and discombobulation of it all.
I know you get it: my whole world feels topsy-turvy. Off kilter. A jumbled mess. Like somebody put my life in a cup and shook it like dice.
From day to day, my fridge migrates to the oddest places; I’ve been thinking about attaching one of those electronic locators so I don’t have to call in the neighbor’s bloodhound every time I want a sandwich. Each morning I have to do an Easter egg hunt for my cereal bowl, which I found in my closet one day and the bathroom another.
