Wrapped my outside pots in burlap—supposed to help plants weather winter. A whispered prayer: Lord, wrap my family in burlap to help us weather winter.
No wood floor yet; no response from any workers since Thursday. Is carpet coming tomorrow? We don’t know. I wouldn’t bet on it, but then, I don’t bet. Daughter kicked down the vinyl hall door today—and eagerly ripped away the remaining framework. Anti-climatic as our feet walked over shredded gray carpet. Experiencing freedom, kitties immediately explored their new world.