I feel like I’m starting experience cabin fever. This seems to happen every couple of weeks if I don’t get out of the house too much, and lately I haven’t been out much. Just a meeting for work last Monday, taking my brother to get some clothes from home and out on the front porch. It’s pathetic, and I really shouldn’t let myself get this way, but with the way the weather’s been lately, I really don’t feel like straying too far.

While I was at my mom’s with Blaine, I noticed she was looking through some linoleum for, presumably, the bathroom floor. Her and Bart have been working on the house on Sundays, trying to get things done. I think she’s hoping to move back in with him before her next lease is up. It was one of those really earthly looking designs. I think it would look really nice with one of those vessel sinks I saw on TV. They have some really neat designs, like faucets that come out of the medicine cabinet door.

I always like watched home improvement shows. I guess I think I would be fun to do something like that. I never thought too much about it before. Definitely too late for a career choice, not that I’d want to. I think it’s just more fun in theory than in practice. I doubt I’d have the patience for that line of work. Some people are just too picky to please.