And just like that—boom!—we have a new hot tub.

Well, a used hot tub, about the same size as our old one, but given that our old one wasn’t worth moving and we were thus tubless, this is a spiffy thing. Ken saw the ad in the Pennysaver, called, went to see it, and there we are. Not sure when we’re going to cart it over here, though.

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I’ve been rather out of sorts today. Like my skin doesn’t fit properly. Partly PME, I figure. But I’m particularly unsettled because I can’t identify what’s wrong, and that always irks me. (Over-self-analysis? Who, me?) I’m fidgety, and I don’t feel like I’m accomplishing enough—I can’t see the fruits of my labours, and my To Do list doesn’t seem to be getting any shorter.

Which is all untrue, of course, and I need to focus on what I _have_ accomplished, like slogging through a ton of e-mail, and emptying many boxes of clothes and candles and bathroom stuff, and shredding more old files, and doing some Harvest Tourney paperwork follow-up, and that sort of thing.

Yesterday we did put the kitchen counter together, and lo, it was good. It fits in the kitchen just right. Of course, it makes me want to either repaint or strip the Hoosier cabinet, but I’ll just have to restrain those urges for a while. Stupidly, in the process of moving the temporary cabinet out and the new counter in, I hurt my lower back, and am now making friends with Tylenol on a regular basis.