4 B.C.: Harder to Breathe

Out for a jog the other day, iPhone - that sage master of the 21st century - randomized to Maroon 5's  "Harder to Breathe," which felt like an apt metaphor for this time in our lives.  Every day closer to construction feels like a little less oxygen left in the tank.

The walls have been closing in on us for weeks as we evacuate the rear of our house and lot to make room for the rebuild.  They will continue to do so when, at the lowest point, we will have to evacuate our bedroom and primary bathroom.

And none of this has been helped by the fact that it has literally been harder to breathe for my family.  Colds, seasonal allergies, and the like have been invading for the last month, and no regimen of antibiotics, inhalers, or nebulizers has fully healed everyone.

I fret for my wife most of all.  She still can't take full breaths.  Taking care of two kiddos and combing through rooms of stuff-buildup with only 60-70% lung capacity is not a winning recipe.  But she slogs on, as we all do, because there are deadlines and dreams to fulfill.

I have no doubt when all is said and done the breathing will be easier.  But will we have run out of air before we reach the surface?  Maybe I should ask iPhone.