Day Five - A door, a door, but not much more

I set out for work Monday morning, for the first time in recorded history thrilled to be leaving the mayhem that was home and happy to bask in the relative calm of work. Thrilled!

I returned home to find that, once again, progress had been slow.

I was greeted by a thing that will at some point in the future become a light switch. Very nice looking soon-to-become-light-switch, don't you agree?



There were also wires coming out of the ceiling in not one but two places!





And, at long last... the french doors! I can now sleep at night without worrying about thugs ripping off the pathetic layer of plastic that was all that protected us from the outside world. Four days later than planned, but they are there. Beautiful, and obviously well worth the wait. Can't you hear the chorus of angels singing?



Patrick is clearly tickled pink with our new door situation.