Oh my goodness.
I didn't even move tons of furniture yesterday (but enough), yet all week I have gone up and down the stairs a lot, carrying our way-too-much-stuff up there. Now I'm carrying it back down. And I am so tired.
But the new carpet is in (yay!) and it's beautiful. Took only 2 hours of Tom and I hanging-out in Debra's World upstairs. We had 1 tiny complaint, though--you can see the old carpet in Tom's room when his door is shut (we noticed only after the guys left). But that's most likely his fault because communication is not his strong suit (long story, has to do with him telling them we'd put carpet in his room later). So we'll not quibble and try not to point it out to everyone, as Tom enjoys doing. Pointing out things gone wrong, that is. Er hem.
Anyway. Afterward while I dragged myself around putting only a few lamps and knick-knacks back and Tom was on the floor re-hooking-up my computer, he said, "I just can't handle this kind of thing like I used to."
To which I replied, "See? I told you we're both decrepit now.
So while I'm recuperating/puttering/reading my new book (and this one, also), let me send my fellow cat lovers (and others) to this blogger's story. May you enjoy it as much as I did.
Pictures of the new carpet will follow tomorrow. Maybe. Hopefully. :)
Happy Father's Day to all!