And beyond done (no, not the house, sadly)

 I'm not going to memorialize the horrific hole leading to the crawl space when they cut out all the damaged wood under where the dishwasher was, but it's BAD

they went away for a long time (hoping part of that was them getting lunch or else the local Lowe's was out of stuff/was very slow) and came back with a sheet of plywood. I hear them measuring with a metal tape measure so I presume they're going to cut the plywood and put it in.

and it occurs to me: renovating an old flawed house is like dating a flawed man. You say "I can fix him" but you really can't, and you will cause yourself a lot of pain along the way.

I am just beyond done with this. I want to lie down and refuse to get back up. I suppose it will be worth it eventually but it very much does not feel like it now