The problem is, our house is 80% windows. At least, that's how it's felt the last few days. Having strange men wander around your home's exterior tends to make you want to close those windows. It's a little disconcerting to be in the midst of trying to read or change clothes or engage in ritual disembowelments and looking up to see a painter's face two feet away from you. So, I close all the shades. The result is that I've been essentially living in a cave since last Thursday. It's like I'm Trent Reznor, or Des Esseintes. It's very gloomy. Plus, there's constant scraping noises coming from outside. It makes me feel like I'm holed up against a siege.
During these days of darkness, we've taken the Bink to be boarded; he does not do well with strangers at his perimeter. Today, though, we've decided to keep him in the front room. Even now I hear his beleaguered howlings. The siege engines draw nigh, he says. To the battlements!
I know how he feels.
Here are some of the photos of the house, btw, from our listing online.