This weekend the weather turned chilly and we holed ourselves up in the house.
[It wasn't really planned, but Friday evening I had a little "vagaling" episode. This is where I get really dizzy and feel like I'm going to pass out for a while. Not fun. I had one before I was pregnant and this is my second during. Doctor's orders are to get electrolytes and potassium. Which, admittedly is pretty awesome prescription: Gatorade and potato chips. Wouldn't you know it, the minute I get my mojo back, my body betrays me.]
All in all, it gave us a flash-forward to what our life might be like after selling this house. No omni-present renovation to-do list hanging over our heads. No lumber to buy. No waiting until Franca goes to bed to bring out the power tools.
I will admit, as I type this (at 1:22pm on Sunday) I am feeling a little antsy. I should be doing something. The back porch exterior trim is calling my name. But it is cold/windy outside and we don't have the lumber on-hand. Meh.
My dad thinks we are going to go nuts with no renovation to do. He might be a little right. It is fun. Rewarding. Exciting. Challenging.
I think I'll stay inside and sit on the window seat and bask in the glow of our jack-o-lanterns. Living "like the other non-DIY-renovating half" lives? I could get used to this.