The painters were here.

Danielle Bean recently had a lovely post about drywall guys; I echo that sentiment about the painters. Except they were painting my kitchen, which meant everything except the fridge, washer, and dryer had to be unplugged. For the day. At least they showed up after the coffee maker was done.

The kids survived; I was frayed by the end, but they were just fine on bologna and cheese roll-ups, milk, and strawberries. The Burger King for dinner was a big hit, too.

So as most of you are reading this, I will be trying to reassemble everything through my usual fog of three kids. There's only one person I know offhand who can identify with a loss of a kitchen, even though hers was much longer than a day (hi, Diane!).

The floor guys come in a couple weeks, and that will be even more involved. Appliances disconnected, not just unplugged. I'll be on sabbatical.