do you ever just want to start crying and then realize you don't have the spoons

waxjism found our second newest modem and it's working so our internet is up now (her mom's modem was ... the wrong kind). Wifi is up too, although the modem seemed to be a little confused about what its password was.

But the place that installed the geothermal heat pump said they can maybe send a guy tomorrow, but we aren't sure because he has a night job someplace else before that. Definitely not today.

So we'll have to go shower in the empty flat without a shower curtain (only one bottle of soap and one of conditioner weren't in the drowned basement) and we also have no clean towels, so we have to drive out to MIL's summer cottage to retrieve some old towels first. And while we're there Wax wants to do One Last Load of laundry even though we have no drying rack space for it and we'll have to sit there (there's no furniture, not even a chair left) on the floor waiting for it to be ready, and then we have to move the washing machine. I'm not convinced this is possible with just us, but I guess we'll see.

We got the dishwasher running, but it needs to be fastened to the wall and the legs lengthened and we can't figure out how because the instruction manual was evidently translated from... Chinese? It's not as bad as those 1990s Japanese VCR manuals, it's not like, performance art level, and there are plenty of complete sentences and large swathes that do make sense, but just... plenty of explanations of significant things that also do not make sense.

And right now it's only possible to walk across the livingroom, which is basically filled from floor to chest height with a few small negative spaces that we can wiggle through to reach a couple of key points, by moving laundry racks and things out of one's path. The only places to sit are the sofa, the bed, and a kitchen stool, because all the chairs are buried in the livingroom.

The plastic doorway with the curved zipper in it that's supposed to isolate the construction dust ripped (the zipper ripped off of the plastic along the seam at both curve/corners) and I spent about 25 minutes with duct tape putting it back yesterday, but I came home today to find both corners ripped back out of the duct tape again because the duct tape won't really stick to the zipper material. Snookums was on the other side of the curtain, yodeling, and when I came through after him he shot over a precariously-leaning pile of wallboards and a big pile of under-floor sawdust and I had to chase him into the half-demolished kitchen. I taped it back up, but we are gonna need a babygate to prevent the cats from destroying it, I think. We don't have time to deal with a more permanent gate or door solution.