DD1 has been dumped. She's already a basket case, and now she tells me she's not strong enough to go through this right now. She asked me to stop her from isolating and remind her that life goes on. My poor little grown girl.

I've gotten the clear gloss finish on the big mirror, and some of the panels for the cubby are sanded and primed. Probably finish building it by tomorrow, and possibly even get it finish painted by next weekend. Amazing how much you can get done when you stop laying around staring at the ceiling.

We've been invited to bonus teen's parents for dinner. This should be awkward.

Happy Sunday Couch!