I adapted, and all I got was this water damage.

Bats get gene upgrades. I got emotional damage and a soggy floor.

Finally, a fresh coat of paint.

This Memorial weekend marks a long-awaited moment: our home is finally getting painted. I say “finally” because when we moved in on April 18 (a Friday), the plan was to have the painting done that weekend. But, as life goes, the universe had other plans.

From paint to chaos.

The minute I stepped through the front door that m…