Mid-April. And I have this to say . . . at least it’s not snowing today.
(Like it was just a few days ago.)

Anyway. Mid-April.
And it’s time for me to offer this R-E-P-O-R-T.

At mid-month I’m . . .

R . . . ecovering.

Last Friday, I was stricken by a bout of diverticulitis. I do get these now and again (although haven’t had one in 3 years), so I know the drill. Still don’t like it, but I am experienced in Matters of Diverticulitis. Antibiotics knock the infection out quickly, but . . . have nasty side effects of their own. Still dealing with those. And the absolute exhaustion. I’m sleeping . . . a lot, even several days into treatment. Tom keeps reminding me that I need to allow myself the time to recover. But . . . ugh. I’m ready to move on.

E . . . xtending.

Despite having been a CPA, I always put off doing our taxes. Just had my fill of it all in my former life, I guess. Oh, I always get everything together early (in that very former-CPA-kind-of-way), and I know what’s what when it comes to where we stand, tax-wise. I just . . . put off filing until the last moment. But I always do manage to get it done a week or two before the filing deadline. Easy-peasy. But this year? It’s been a challenge. First, I was gone for a big chunk of March. Then, there is (ahem) an ongoing project (which will be mentioned later in this post). And, of course, I’ve been sick and sleeping the hours away this week. So I decided that, this year, I would have to file an extension for our taxes. But then yesterday, at the last moment, I decided to extend myself instead . . . and I just Did It. Yes. I filed our taxes at 6:30 pm last night. (And I am . . . chuffed about it.)

P . . . acking.

Well, as in . . . packED . . . up my entire kitchen. Past tense, because at this point, everything is . . . somewhere else. And that horror scene (straight out of Dexter) at the top of this post? It’s the current state of my kitchen. Yep, we are in the midst of renovating (see next “R,” below). Tom and I had to pack up everything in preparation for the work. Although I tried to be very organized about the whole thing, it seems we’re always looking for something. . .

O . . . rganizing.

Hah!
I wish.
(Although I do think about it a lot . . . )

R . . . enovating.

So, it’s happening: The Great Kitchen Renovation. I have absolutely nothing to complain about. After all, I signed up for this project . . .  dreamed of doing it for years, actually. I  planned and schemed and got Tom on board and had an existential crisis over whether or not this is something I should be doing in this time of upheaval and crisis and economic uncertainty. And, well.  Here we are. Doing It Anyway. It’s been a lot of work to get ready for it (see “P,” above). And it is certainly a major pain in the a$$ to live through. But here we are . . . “camping” in our basement and doing dishes in the bathroom. As one does.

T . . . rying.

As in trying to be chill. And not whine . . . about All the Things. The kitchen. The taxes. The diverticulitis. The weather. The country. (Etc.)

And that’s where I am . . . here at mid-month.
How about YOU?