Grrr. Arrrgh...

That title was for the Whedonites among us... I'm just pissed off this morning. It's been lurking in the back of my head. I got ticked off at a friend for something minor, and can't let go of it. But I think it's something more than that (and less than that). The painter's been here since last Weds. Our house is torn up. Our evenings are spent negotiating around our overly crowded storage rooms and/or empty "rooms in progress." Or else, putting things kinda sorta back in place. I want my house back. I want to be able to work in my office without being conscious that two other people are working elsewhere in the house and I must stay out of their way. I want to go in and out of doors without worrying that I'm in their way or about to gouge newly painted areas. There. Tantrum over. Seriously, these are luxury problems, I know. We are lucky to have a house and to be able to afford a very good painter. I love the way our living room looks already. I'm just being a brat, but I can't help it. Wah wah wah.