Being productive is fun

So far this week all I've done is renovate. Most of this is because of my brother of course. We decided two months ago to get this done. The time came, and now no matter how much I protest, he's here. I tell ya, when he sets his mind to do something, nothing in the world will stop him, because it's my place, I have to help. Good Goddess, I'd hate to think of what he'd do without me, never mind the fact it wouldn't be fair.
So anyway, this week my brother, my boyfriend and I have installed floors in the master bedroom, the hall, the ritual room and the bathroom. And we've put the first coat of new paint in the master bedroom. I'm exhausted, but I'm happy. It's amazing how that is. Spend three days on the couch watching tv, and you're exhausted and feeling drained, but spend it doing something productive and you're exhausted but at the same time exhillerated. I can't wait until it's all finished. It's going to be so nice not having to live in the kid's bedroom. They don't have any closet space!
So I haven't thought any deep thoughts, and I haven't contemplated the evils in life that I or anyone else does, all I've done is work. It's no wonder that in days of yore there was less to fight about, everyone was too busy working. Fathers in fields, mothers at home, childeren at school. Everyone had a job to do, and at the end of the day it was enough to just sit for a moment or two before bed, enjoying the quiet company of family; happy that another day had been lived.
For the last three days I've lived that happiness. All is good.