Dusty Insomniac

I probably should have sought shelter elsewhere last night: there's an unnatural taste in the air from the new walls David installed Monday and Tuesday. Everything's still covered with dusty plastic -- and it will be until the finisher is done with his taping and plastering later this afternoon.

Although we haven't had time to get used to the new floorplan, i am sure it will work out just fine. I now have a bedroom -- an odd little askew section of the living room is now set aside for my nakedness and privacy. Matt also had a hallway built to separate his bedroom from the bathroom.

But I am restless in my arenaceous new space this morning, stuck in a holding pattern until I can clean like a madman, plan my interior design and buy furniture. We'll also soon have a functioning living room -- a sofa, chairs and a table or two. Until then, I'll remain a dusty insomniac.