Derailed by a Microscopic Demon

So, there was progress happening. Lots of progress. Then, bang! Actually, it was more like a-chew!

Our handyman, Inmer, was hit by the nastiest of flus one can imagine. He's been laid up in bed for a couple of weeks now. Of course, he calls and says he wants to come finish up everything, to which I respond, "Sounding like that I wouldn't let you step foot in the house."

Poor him.

Poor us.

Poor house that is still not finished. Which, oddly enough, makes me feel not so good. Maybe I'm coming down with something?

Ah... yes! I think it's called "renovationitis."