Patience

I am still displaced. 
Work is continuing on the upstairs ceiling scraping and painting of all surfaces.  I won't even go up there.  I can't and don't want to see the utter and total mess that once was a thoroughly organized space.  My thoroughly organized space.  I am not even sure I can get around up there with furniture moved and crammed into areas it was never meant to be crammed into.
It can be distressing if I let it become so.  I try to avoid that feeling by not viewing the progress.  It could never go fast enough for me anyway.
So...here I still sit.  Downstairs, displaced, slightly discouraged and disgruntled.  But soon.  They tell me it will be soon.
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