Got my exercise today going up and down the stairs from the basement to the main level and up to the second floor—all day. The good news: the upstairs is put back together, with everything in its place and more room to spare than before. I’m not sure how that happened since I know we don’t have less stuff. Maybe I just learned how to stow it better. It’s nearly ready for Airbnb guests again, although with omicron lurking behind every mask, that may get put on hold.

The not-so-good news: we have more organizing and putting away to do. Tomorrow someone comes to take away Hubby’s favorite couch and help us move the new-used one into the living room. Even though I asked his permission before giving it away, he’s having regrets now. (“Don’t ask me stuff like that after I’ve been drinking wine,” he said today.) I took measurements of the new couch and am biting nails wondering whether it will fit through the door to the house. “Wouldn’t that be funny if it didn’t,” Hubby said. Well, no, considering what I paid for it and probably wouldn’t get that back if I had to sell it on. So there will be more shifting schtuff around in the living room when we get back from our trip to see Mamacita. By February first I want to not have any more house construction/organizing to do. Would be nice to get rid of all those things I have for sale on Craigslist as well. If no one buys that stuff by February 1, it’s going to free stuff listings. Micro-house living is looking better and better every day.