Oh, wait, wrong.
PALEO IS TEH VICTORIOUSNESS.
Sort of. Also. And such.
This week was MEP construction in the basement - commissioning of the new hi-pressure gas line, furnace and AC, installation of the water heater and venting, plumbing rough-in, exhaust fans, a couple miles of wiring, power/comm/cable/speaker. I took off the week to
We spent 4 days without a water heater, and to give the old water heater credit, through judicious use, we made a tank last 2 and a half days. But the 3rd night, when paleo REALLY needed a shower - ice. I have been in negotiations for my testicles to re-emerge, but they want certain guarantees, such as not doing that again.
We have also been sans laundry facilities for a couple weeks, and as last Thursday I determined that I picked the wrong career, should have gone into laundromats, and as it would be helpful to have a uniform tomorrow morning, I gimmicked the washer and dryer today. Provided my employer does not mind wood chips permanently embedded in my workshirt, I should be good.
Brief conversation with my boss Wednesday morning, opening pleasantry.
boss: "Hey, paleo, how's it going?"
paleo: "Oh, lot of bleeding, itching..."
paleo: "Ummm, I mean, working in the basement."
boss: "I figured. Well, hoped..."
Every day that goes by, as we can see more definition, we can visualize more, and make decisions. Good feeling!
|Bath - EM signature that can be seen from space|
|Future office area|
|Stairwell - Still has the possibility of suckage|
The fucking monkey is winning.