Sunday we went up to our condo to move things around. Contractor is making progress, but needs the bedrooms cleared out. You know, the bedrooms where we stashed all our stuff?

Yes, those two. So we hired a friend's kid and his friends to help us move next weekend. This weekend SpouseKitty and I were packing thing in the bedrooms we figured we didn't need to pack. Or at least until later.

Well, 'later' is now. Then again, we moved into the in-law's in what... April? I guess from where April, later could have been any time then since. Such as now.

So we had to pick our way through lots of drywall. We had to blow the drywall dust off lots of stuff in the bedrooms. I got a piece in my eye, then blinked and blinked until tears came, and it was out.

SpouseKitty wasn't so luck. A piece got stuck and scraped her cornea. A lot. She tried to gut it out, but the pain was so bad that night she had to wake me up to help her get dressed and off to the emergency room. At 2AM.

She came back at 4. I didn't sleep much. I had just laid down, gave up waiting for her, when she called. It wasn't great. Wasn't bad-bad, but wasn't great. She had to wear an eyepatch, drop eyedrops in her eye every two hours.

It's was a long night. We tried to find a caregiver, but none will apply medication. Today, the in-laws helped. Tonight will be my turn.