If I had gotten vinyl replacement windows upstairs like the ones my sister had installed downstairs in our mother’s house, I wouldn’t be in this mess. This is how it started.

When I moved in with Mom, I set up shop upstairs. The space is filled with boxes from the truckload of “stuff” my ex- brought out when we sold our house. So until I am emotionally able to deal with all the decisions that come with opening so many boxes filled with bittersweet memories, I’m living, working and sleeping on a futon. Yes, it doubles, er, trebles, as my desk, bookshelf and bed.

It sits directly in front of a window. This time of year the weather can change dramatically. This afternoon it was summer. Tonight it’s spring, it’s raining, the window won’t close, so my desk-bed-bookshelf is getting soaked. And all because we didn’t have the window company install vinyl windows upstairs, too. *sigh*