Anyway, everything was going according to plan, even with weekly visits to physio to deal with my plantar fasciitis, until it wasn't. My shoulder and neck started screaming at me. I started to lose sleep because I couldn't get comfortable. My physiotherapist
I am very pleased that I did get the living room painted before my back revolted. The little front hall beside the living room looks dingy in comparison but I honestly don't know if I'll be in any shape to get it finished before Christmas. We have tentatively scheduled a tree-hunting party for one day this weekend. Time is running away from me. Surely I'm not the only one that feels this way. After all, there is still knitting and sewing that needs to be done.