Op KITCHEN will cross the start line tomorrow or Thursday, depending on the weather. Yes, the work will all happen indoors, but a huge sleet storm is coming toward us and Marc the contractor would rather not be on the road in that. He lives out in Osgoode Township, so I totally get that. I don’t want to be out in it either, even just to move my car out of the garage so Marc can plunk dead cabinetry in there until he's ready to load it up and haul it away.
The cats are expensively boarding at Cats’ Paradise until the tumult and shouting are over. I needed a walking stick to extract Watson from under the bed, but Isobel uncharacteristically allowed me to put the habeas grabbus on her without hardly a peep, let alone her usual demonstration of combat techniques.
At present I am taking a break from emptying the kitchen cupboards. Why, oh why, I ask myself, must I so indulge myself with stemware? Could I not make do with something that would be easier to stash in odd corners? The Waterford will spend the next couple of weeks in the study.