So moving into a renovator's dream/nightmare has given me a big reality check. This week, the bulldozer arrived. Ok, so it's not quite a bulldozer above but I don't have a photo of the other hulking piece of equipment that's in the hole that used to be the backyard. This is the dinky bobcat that's living in the front yard.
Right now, it's a six foot drop down from the laundry door to the ground and the fences are gone. It wouldn't be so bad, except the painter is here as well - no lounge room/kitchen/office and no garage (everything is packed in there while he paints). Right now, we are living in our bedroom. It wouldn't be so bad if it was just us, but our lonely little pup is in here as well. She's a lightweight at 40kg, so its a bit squishy.
To add to the pain, right in the middle of it all, with my resume packed in a box, I've had to apply for a job. My old job finishes when the place I work closes down in November, and there are jobs at the new site but we all have to apply. Keep your fingers crossed.
Writing wise - its been a bit lean. My edits for my November release "Home for Christmas" arrived this week as well and I've just sent those off. I'm getting excited now. It's much more fun working on edits than applying for jobs.