Where is...

My wise hubby has banished me to my upstairs garret with a piece of cake, a cup of decaf, and orders to write something, so here I am. I can't find anything. I'm tired, work drama keeps flaring up, and I only have half a weekend this week. I'm supremely grateful to have that. Until one of the gals stepped up, I was going to be working every day. It's getting old, but the shop would fold if I left. I'm the only person consistently dependable. There has been progress, though. I got the green light to start interviewing people, and I've hired three newbies since Saturday. Hopefully they'll be at least as good as I think they're going to be and I can get my life back.

It feels like so long ago that we got back from Scotland, which was every bit as beautiful and magical as I thought it would be. It was like being in a postcard for 10 days. The Edinburgh Tattoo exceeded out expectations and made the trip (and dealing with the thousands of people who attended) worthwhile. Apparently, they have different groups every year. This year they had the USAF Drill Team and the Citadel (our Citadel, from South Carolina--remember Shannon Faulkner?) Marching Band. The Citadel had bagpipes in their group and played Rocky Top, which caused me to fan girl all over Eric. He was confused because he doesn't listen to bluegrass and had no idea what the song was! There was a moment our first morning there when I was looking out our B&B window at Loch Leven when all the stress of the previous months disappeared. I felt it leave. Best vacation ever. Scotland is never coming off the bucket list.

I think we're all moved into the Cozy Wee Bungalow. I need to make one more trip through the apartment to make sure Eric didn't miss anything. He's done a large portion of the grunt work on this move. I was working (of course) when the movers got our stuff to the house, so I missed the headboard drama. The 5' solid wood headboard we've had for over 10 years would NOT come up the stairs. That scuttled our room plan. Instead of bedrooms upstairs and offices downstairs, we have one on each floor. Our (now) old bed will become a guest bed. We bought a new bed with a low headboard for our bedroom, and we'll put the mattress set on the bed downstairs. For the first time, I have a slanted ceiling office. It's rather charming if I do say so myself. When I get the boxes unpacked we'll have to Skype so I can show you around. It's going to be a while, though. The furries are settling right in. Ryan is still unsure about the steps going to the second floor because they're hardwood, but everyone is running up and down the carpet-runnered basement stairs. They love the windows and the new smells that come through them.

So now it's past 9 on my Friday/Saturday night, but I still have to be up early. No rest for the weary. I'm heading for bed. Hopefully a day off and some retail therapy will do the trick.