The stress level here is palpable. It seems as if there's a phone call from a contractor regarding some new wrinkle on the house every five minutes.
Hubby came in last evening with an offering in hand, a bag of tack rags for removing sawdust from fixtures, along with a few other sundry hardware oddments.
Ah. The stress must be getting to him, too; the bag was from his favorite hidey-hole hardware store, the place he hangs out when he's starting to burn out.
But good news, in spite of the barrage of little problems: we got our final certificate of occupancy. The planning and zoning folks didn't even offer a temporary certificate, went straight to final.
Whew!
Now we can get the mortgage! Funny how that seems to be so much less stressful than everything else going on here at the moment...
10:23:36 PM 
