Will it ever end?

We are in the dog house with Shawna and Emma, and probably in deep doodoo with the horses too. Dan and I are going great guns on our office remodel (soon to be renamed "library"), and are cranking out bookcases by the day. The project is going well, having built numerous wood projects in the past helps, and we are very happy with the results. The long and short of it is that we are on day 8 of building, and we don't want to stop because we are anxious to see the results of the next step.

Meanwhile, especially Emma is getting disgusted. What, no fun hikes? No bike rides? No afternoon couch time? What a mess in the house! And having the listen to that compressor go on and off! She puts herself in any position where you have to step over her, or ask her to move. Shawna is less demanding, probably remembering our working days.

Frankly, I don't understand all the fuss. We are still taking morning walks, and after dinner strolls. Everybody is getting fed, on time. Stalls are cleaned, chickens tended, plants covered for frost, bread is baked. The ones "suffering" are Dan and I: we would be eating out if there was that option, but that not being the case we are eating home cooked leftovers and loving it. And boy, are we sleeping well.