I took a shower on Friday in the third floor bath.
This was a monumental moment for me.
The tiling had been nearly finished for the last week or so, but something didn't feel right... I just wasn't ready to test it out... I just didn't feel like I had the right energy and I wanted my first shower to be worthy of the work I had put into building it.
But then Thursday night I had a dream. It was the latest installment of a series of reoccurring dreams that I've had for a while now and I awoke feeling great... feeling peaceful. I'm not sure if it was the dream, the restful sleep, or some combination of the two, but I shot out of my bed like a champ... like the sun shining through the window was just for me.
I rounded the corner and leapt across the threshold of the shower, turned that bad boy on, and slipped into bliss.
Needless to say... I'm Back!!!
So over the next few days, I will be adding several new tasty photos and diatribes about my comings and goings. Sorry for the dip in moral, but have no fear.
The master builder is back in the building. Holla at your boy.