Life at Estrogen Estates

Yes. That is Maggie on top of me. I was on the floor and she was smishing me. Do not try and look at it sideways. It's correct. It's us being us.

A huge sigh of relief this week. What could have been horrid is simply grim. I think. I hope. The gremlin is disappointed. He had hoped to take up permanent residence in my gut. I have muted him for the moment. Not completely silenced,,,muted. For now.

New work is glorious at the moment. I didn't know places like this existed. I don't remember the last time I couldn't wait to get to work and actually wanted to go in on my days off because I missed it.

There is a scoot headed this direction. Should arrive tomorrow. Ready.

Repainting the entire interior of Estrogen Estates. Lovely buttery peachy goldish color. I'm speckled. It looks grand. Floors next. They will be espresso hardwood. Yard is blooming with virtually every pink flower imaginable. Of course.

Professor has just hauled my shoes from my closet to my feet. I think he wants to go play outside. I think it's a grand idea.

me

Listening to Caledonia