House in Turmoil; no knitting

There has been precious little knitting this week, two rows
I believe, hard won, as they had to be knitted and re-knitted. Much else has been occupying my time;
resorting and rearranging items in the sewing/knitting room; moving cookbooks
out of said room to their future home, not yet ready, but future home
still. I have also been sorting through
old files and materials from G’s old office, only a small portion of which must
be saved at this point, with the idea of eventually combining his “den” and my
“office” into one room that is actually useable, rather than just a room where
things are stored, a combination his and hers office with dual computers.  He has been torn, thinking that the reorganization might mean that his room is no longer actually "his" but also admitting that he has been unable to do anything with it, other than use it as a giant storage recepticle and a never ending source of frustration.

before

The house has been pretty much cut in two during the
fireplace rebuilding as it is in the center of one half of the house and the
scaffolding severely limits access around the site. The ensuing chaos has only complicated other  takss and added to general exhaustion levels. Kitchen use has also been difficult but I am
informed that the kitchen will be returned to me today, the scaffolding will be
removed and the stove vent will be reinstalled. I might have to wait for the pot-rack until early next week, as that is
being rebuilt. The old one was too small
and too low; pots had to be hung just so to avoid having the chef bump her
head. 

the view this morning

Last night I did curl up in my chair and watch the women’s
figure skating finals, pretty much the extent of my Olympic viewing this
year. There was no knitting and it was
nice to sit there and watch, glass of wine in hand, abandoning all pretense of
productivity. I had put half the pantry
back to rights earlier in the evening, along with some re-arranging and was
ready for mindless time. The Grgich
Hills Chardonnay 1995 was surprisingly still excellent. It had gotten rich and mellow with time, a
perfect way to unwind at the end of a busy week.

Tonight we venture into NYC.  I will take the sock; rogue is too bulky to cart around.