The difference of a day

Yesterday I hurt.

Truthfully, I still hurt.

But I was overwhelmed yesterday by the enormity of what appeared left to do on my living situation, plus a number of other things. However, in a crazy day–not without its own setbacks–everything came together better than expected. Nearly everything that wasn’t in our house now is.

Cabinets, countertops, trimwork–all cut to length, stained and installed.

So basically there isn’t much left.

It took focus–possibly more than we’ve had on it before–and it took another day of long hours.

But I feel capable of working again. Which I didn’t expect.

(There is still dread, of course. But that happens after taking a week off.)