Yes, I’m going to talk about Pergo again. Our Independence Day weekend was filled with work, flooring work. Wednesday night we pulled up the carpet. Thursday we pulled up the tack strips and put down floor planks. Friday we put down floor planks. Saturday we finished off some molding and moved back into our living room. Sunday we hung closet doors and collapsed. I’m afraid it does not make much of a story. We woke up. We worked. We went to bed. Then we did it again. Then we did it again.

Well, we finally put that baby to bed! I can now say that the floor is mostly done. You may think that being mostly done is a dubious accomplishment, but it is significant. We can now reclaim all of our space as living space (as opposed to construction space). Most of the furniture has been recovered from the spare room. The doors have returned to their proper place in the doorways. We can walk everywhere we could walk two months ago. Now we just have to finish the molding around the doors and finish a step, then we will be ALL DONE.

The floor situation is unchanged. Cheryl’s patience is not.

Weekend? What weekend?
I’m two days into the work week, and I can’t immediately recall what I did this weekend. It has been that kind of week (so far). The good news is it’s almost over. Thursday is a holiday and I’m taking Friday off. Woo hoo! The bad news? Do you remember what I said about the Pergo? Well, guess what I’ll be doing on my long, “holiday” weekend?