Grrrr. The counter guys did not come today. I was told they would come today, and though I tried REALLY hard not to get attached to the date, here I am, disappointed that my kitchen won’t be done this weekend.
When Husband called this afternoon, the woman he spoke to said that, “from the looks of the board, I’d say maybe Monday.” Somehow, this does not offer me comfort.
sigh. The Universe serves up yet another lesson in detachment.