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It destroys one’s nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being. It makes it harder when one is married to their business partner. Thrice as bad when you are remodeling. He screams: “We are out of money and I am sick of these guys! Do something!” His birthday (50th, but he only looks 30) is coming and he is suffering a major breakdown in personality, patience, and sense of humor.

We are ignoring the whole event and going to a business broker convention in San Francisco. He will hang out with the suits and pocket protector guys teaching them the nuances of escrow, I will explore thrift shops and restaurants in the Castro district.

House is a week (meaning a month) away from done. We are in the home stretch and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel without half the house in the driveway.

Do you want to know what color we painted our house? Look at our dog. He has linen white on his tail, burgundy on his withers, toasted pecan on his head, and barn red on his feet. As the painters spread the new colors -the dog rubs wags and bumps his way to being a calico.

When the house is done, what will I find to complain/write about? It is down to the kids and the husband.