What Fresh Hell Is This?

I woke up on the Tuesday morning following the closing of “Wife” to the sounds of my “wife” packing. She was headed to an early van call, bound for some not to distant State, on the tour from hell. And so, in solidarity, I stopped eating. It’s been five days now and I haven’t had a cracker, not a crumb.

Ok, I’ll admit, I planned it a little. It’s called the Master Cleanse, invented by Stanley Burroughs. I decided to clean out the old system. You know, detox, flush debris, rejuvenate, all that jazz. It’s really boring and I can’t wait to eat again. Five more days and counting!

One of my brothers, although I’m a little puzzled as to which one, replied to a recent post with some exasperation. Enough of the THEATAH darling, lets get back to BUILDING! Well, since I am running on lemon juice, grade B maple syrup and cayenne pepper, I have taken the slow entry approach and have only begun spackling, caulking and priming the various moldings (crown, picture rail, baseboards)—very boring and not at all photogenic. I will supply some visual soon for those who like to watch paint dry.

Things to look forward to: The entertainment center!! A built in hallway unit!! The laying of the cork floor in the kitchen!! Tiling and backsplashing!! Refinishing the hardwood floors!! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!