It feels like it's been ages since I even turned my computer on. I'm working... way too much. It's funny that it's not even over 5 days a week, but it feels like so much more when it's midnights. I'm not really complaining, I need the work, and even with not much time off, I'm getting a good bit done on the house. There is now an overhang above the porch, a new sturdy one that won't fall on my head. The bathroom is torn down to the bare bones, which (thank god!) look fairly intact. I've got a guy in there right now, building the floor up again, and I should be up to tiling by next week. I may even have a toilet in there!
Water is going full force in both houses. There is a distinct brown color, but I think that is just to be expected with well water, right? I can still drink it, right? I mean, really brown. If I pour a glass of water, you can see the tint, and in a pot, it's even a wee bit cloudy. I'm not so sure about this. Still, it's a step up, and I am happy. And drinking tea anyway.
I managed to stay awake on Sunday to go to church, and hoo boy was I glad. The regular preacher was out of town, so a spare preacher from Plains came down for the day. He is also a logger, and the town gravedigger. He went on some interesting tangents, let me tell you.
No more for today. I don't have much else of interest, and really want to fit in a drive before I have to go to sleep. I got called in to work tonight, because the other midnight girl just quit yesterday.
Oh, did I mention it's cold? It's been in the 30s a few nights, and the days aren't getting up over 50ish. It's great, outside it smells like rain and woodsmoke all the time. It's a mountainy smell. Lovely.