Getting High

I mean, drug high.

We’re having our kitchen countertop resurfaced. It’s impacted the writing a little — I’m either writing a lot worse than before, or my judgement’s improved — but we’ve got a finished product now.

Here’s what it looked like about half-way:

You need to just imagine the chemical stench – no smell-o-vision here.

Aside from feeling permanently high on Jesus, it’s been fun trying to work out how to, say, make a cup of coffee without, uh, anything. Coffee cups, coffee machine, and heck, even the coffee itself. But it’s done now, and here’s the finished product.

Note: no coffee machine yet.

I can taste tomorrow’s coffee already.