With no shower and only a sink in the basement, grooming is a definite issue. Richard and I go to the basement together at night with one of those lights you can carry
around or hang from someplace. I don't know what they're called. I think mechanics use them. But it's better than a candle. We brush our teeth, wash with a cloth, and head to bed. The only place that is somewhat clean and comfortable.
So when Monday morning came, I with my overnight suitcase filled with toiletries, a towel, and underwear, drove to work to shower at the gym there. My clothing was piled on my front seat. I had taken much of my workwear out of the closet at mom's, but there was yet no rod in our house to hang them from. Richard assured me he would hang one once the paint inside the closet dried. I'm patient, so I said "no problem."
When I got to work, I shuffled through what was packed on the seat, chose an outfit, realized I had forgotten my shoes and only had flip flops to wear, changed my outfit to pants to hide somewhat my afflicted feet, showered and began work. And it's really bad when work is just as uncomfortable as home, at least mentally. There is no place to feel safe and happy. So I cried some more.
Mind you, my entire commute I cried. I've never felt so gross and displaced in all my life. Plus my dog is heartsick at being left behind. Last week I took her to work three days. No one was in the office so it was easy for me to check on her in the car every hour and let her walk a bit. And don't worry. she had plenty of water, was in the shade, and windows were open.
I am currently searching for dog sitters/walkers/day care.
Richard called to surprise me with two workers coming next weekend to help him on the house. I think I'm getting a sliding door to the dilapitated deck and some flooring so we can begin to focus on getting a kitchen.
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