Off the wagon

Joanne and Owen have been in Flagstaff since Saturday with her parents, meaning I've been severely Jacked Up. Don't let her know.

But the jacking up has been the fuel necessary to near completion of Owen's room. Between the late starts to the day, grand parental visits, and the usual decorative indecision, Owen's room hasn't been touched since February. But that's changed!

The beadboard is in, most of the trimwork is up, the window is cased. I'd include pictures, but Joanne has the camera. Somebody with a modicum of talent could probably knock it what's left in under 3 hours--I'll probably turn it into a full day. Or more. But the goal would be to finish-finish by next weekend. Owen won't quite move in yet. Probably give the room a couple of weeks to air out from the new painting (the best it can with the windows not normally open). So his target move-in day is July fourth.

Independence Day!

As for my own independence, I've been asked a couple of times if I miss Owen. But no one asks if I miss Joanne. A little odd. At any rate, I do, but it's not that acute since I know he's with Joanne. What I do miss is not being there for when he does something new--from Joanne's updates, apparently he likes traveling--he was the happiest/smiley-est he's ever been, and last night was the longest he's slept. Apparently missing me hasn't crossed his mind!