How is it that you can add a ton of new living space to your house and still not find a place to put your crap? Or more like, the stuff we had just doesn’t have a place in our house anymore. Much of it is for our tenant, so we’re earning money back on the build, which will also free up the upstairs for Airbnb again. We had to shut it down when covid struck, but we’re hoping to be back in business again in the New Year. What we really need is a big yard sale—or a bonfire. Today, Hubby and I tried to figure out where he wanted his workout area in the basement (me: “how about in this area?”; him: “I want it over here”; me: “okay, put it there”; him: “but maybe it would be better there” —where I had originally suggested; me: “okay”; him: but maybe not, I don’t know”; rinse, repeat). We also argued over which carpet remnants (me: “let’s keep them”; him: “let’s get rid of them and buy proper area rugs”; me: “I thought you didn’t want to spend more money”; him: “but those remnants are crap”; me: “they’re brand new”; rinse, repeat). I have a feeling this new basement will be a work in progress for months to come.

We’re preparing for trick-or-treaters tonight. Since when did a couple bags of Halloween candy cost nearly $30? Every year I say I’m going to buy healthy snacks for the kids and every year I don’t do it. Maybe if we earned the reputation of passing out healthy stuff, kids will stop coming—which wouldn’t be a bad thing. No more getting up every few minutes to answer the door. Except, I used to LOVE Halloween as a kid and so I’m perpetuating the tradition of handing out tooth-rot and making kids happy. It’s been a busy 10 days off; I think I’m looking forward to going back to work tomorrow.