At this time ten years ago I was in my second month of living in my new house. The seven months of its construction had been filled with anxious anticipation, frustration, glee – a virtual roller-coaster of emotions culminating with me crouched on the fresh linoleum of my shiny new bathroom leaning over the rim of the ”virgin” toilet puking my guts out from sheer exhaustion.1
Getiing this site up and running to my satisfaction in this wordpress thing is providing a bit of deja-vue. It’s proving to be quite a bit more difficult than anticipated. Really – why does this have to be such a bear? I just hope it doesn’t end with a repeat on the bathroom floor…
1 A scene that was reinacted nearly 10 years to the day later – only it was bad egg salad and not exhaustion. I suppose if I puke only once every ten years I can’t really complain, can I?