The La Brea Car-pets

Oh, the day I've had...

Jim came this morning to hang my bathroom mirrors and get to the bottom of my electrical problems. He was here just after nine and out before lunch. All appears to be right in both areas now, and I was happy for the quick finish to his work. I needed a nap. 

For no reason, I had energy last night, and I decided to use it packing a few more boxes and starting the paint job in the front bedroom. After nap time today, I decided to put down the carpet tiles in the office. I guess I just didn't feel like painting another damn thing. I stopped for lunch and called my mom, so the work started in earnest late in the afternoon. With some distraction from Netflix and a pair of beers, I wrapped it up at 11:30. Behold: 

The carpet. I don't exactly remember where I heard "La Brea Carpets" before, but somehow, I associate it with Steve Martin. I would have checked my copy of Cruel Shoes to see if that was the case, but it's in a box already. Most of my things are in a box already, in fact. 

So, that's it. I'm beat, and my back is pretty tired of bending to place carpet tiles in the office. I'm ready to hit the sack and hopefully have a nice lunch with my sweetie tomorrow. It's been too long since we've actually seen one another, though that will cease to be a problem in the near future. 

Buenas noches. I'm out.