Waiting is hard. As I have said before, when the waiting is for a year, it is easier than when we are down to weeks, because we can see the possibility.
Hubby has lovingly, painfully, laboriously laid one tile at a time, all by himself.
He is saying things like–“A smart person would have done this an hour at a time on weekdays, instead of ten hours on a Saturday.”
Then the bedroom flooring can be finished, the moulding can be installed, and, WOW, THE NEXT STEP is a bed!
We can’t wait. And, kitty will be so happy when that cardboard barrier is removed.