Paul and I worked late into the night on my first night in the house. S emailed from Canada and said he hoped to be home by late Wednesday, as long as the repair made to his plane in Spain held up. Given that I arrived so late in the day on Tuesday, despite how much we accomplished that night, I consider Wednesday day one at the Bee Hive.
I woke around 5:30 after four hours of sleep and after brewing a pot of coffee in my one pot borrowed from S's parents, I slapped a coat of rustoleum on the legs of the basement utility sink.
No one has any idea what we did after my parents arrival Wednesday afternoon. I know we unpacked their chock-full jeep with the sherpack-go on top, we surveyed the projects, and started the Home Depot list. Lexi settled in on her bed under the tree.