A sort of kitchen

All this time that I haven't mentioned my kitchen, you've thought oh, it's finished. Everything is back to normal and shorttina is happily cooking calzones and key lime pies. Well, you're wrong, but we are getting so close I can smell the baking dough.

Driving home from work Friday, I thought to myself that if my appliances were still in my living room when I got home, that may be the actual last straw that would lead to some extreme behavior. I'm not really a shoot-up-McDonald's kind of girl, but there would have been some kind of measures. Probably throwing of things and slamming of other things.

Fortunately, I got home and the appliances were nestled in their customary nooks in the kitchen. My first thought was wow, my living room looks so big and empty. My second thought was I can do laundry this weekend. Stove and sink/dishwasher are still mere figureheads--plumber comes Wednesday--but I moved all the dishes, pots and pans, all the mini appliances and baking tools, the teacups and spoon rests and dish towels, all of it, back to the kitchen.