And I am mildly freaking out. Just a little, though. I did have to take a Klonopin, and I've peeled off every last one of my fingernails, and I'm grinding my teeth into nubs, but I'm holding it together and retreating to my trusty laptop. I'm "hiding" in the bedroom with Bella snuggled up to me and ignoring all the clumping, sawing, stomping and yelling back and forth. It perhaps doesn't help that I'm on the last slow ragged road to Effexor independence this week. Fewer and fewer granulitos each day now, Alice.
Oh--I'm not actually under siege or anything (that's just what my brain is trying to tell itself). It's just the new security system being installed. We're in enough of a remote location that my husband and my mother kind of insisted on it. At least we'll know when Bella sneaks out of the house now, which she has gotten very good at. And as I understand it, if the house catches on fire while we're not here, why, we'll know that it's burning down, wherever we are.
But seriously? I could puke right now. They're sawing. A lot. I hear the sound of drywall (freshly painted drywall) being torn asunder, and am forcing myself not to look. And most of all, they're just...here. Walking all over the place making me nervous. I would take pictures, but that would interfere with my holing up. But ultimately, they will have to come in here to install a keypad, so it isn't even that good a hiding place.
In other news, we seem to have a squirrel problem. Are there cats mean enough to take on squirrels? And if so, where can I get some? Just my luck, I have ninja squirrels.