Yesterday was a rest day. Drew and I were a little burned out on the renovation of the shit shack so we shopped, ate and watched True Detective. I was going to take him to the beach but the thunderstorms rolled in so we will do that soon.
What I really need to be doing is hammering in all the staples from the foam padding under the carpets I ripped out. I just don’t want to be doing it so I am procrastinating. Once I am finished with the million fucking staples I can start painting and I’m pretty excited about that! The paint will make it feel new and clean and very beach cottagie. That isn’t a word I know but I don’t care, you know what I mean by it. Colors inspired by the beach.
I also think I am procrastinating because I know once painting is done Drew will want to head back home. He’s got crabbing on the brain and I don’t blame him but I don’t want to leave, even though I do miss Jason and my Sophie dog.
I'd say we still have at least a week of work to do. I'll just make Ryan come back with me in a couple weeks...