Today marks two weeks since our kitchen exploded. The first week was kind of awful; the house was filled with giant, loud industrial fans and dehumidifiers running 24 hours a day to dry out the damp ceilings, walls, and floors. I had originally thought we'd keep living in the house during all of this, but after four days, during which Alex oniugnip and I respectively developed a pounding headache and a bad attitude, we broke down and got a cheap motel room. That turned out to be quite nice, actually -- Mark tristmasjedi and Christine lyceum_arabica came over with their new waffle iron and a bowl of batter and made waffles in the motel room for us all. That's what friends are for!
On Monday, they finally took the fans away, and we're living in our house again, more or less comfortably. The ripped-out cabinets and countertop that used to be in the kitchen are now piled up in the place where the kitchen table used to be, which means that the kitchen table is in the place where the couch used to be, which means that the couch is...upstairs, after no small amount of grunting and cursing. Our fridge and stove are intact, but we haven't been spending too much time in the kitchen on account of the treacherous-looking holes in the circa-1950 subfloor. Also, there's no counter or sink, and the ceiling and one of the walls have yet to be re-drywalled. In theory, this is all supposed to be fixed in "a week or so". In practice, I don't really know when we will have a usable kitchen again or what it will be like. Maybe it'll be great! In the meantime, though, we're washing our dishes in the bathroom sink and cooking rather less than usual.
Our friends have been helping a lot. Erik praetorian42 and Kelly kel_e_o sent a giant box of cookies and snacks, Maggie magsterama and Will terror_firma had us over for dinner a couple days ago, and our neighbors Paul and Natalie invited us over for chili and football-watching last night. Professional football players are very large.